#i want some new plaid skirts c;

[inkykeiji]

okai i am ready for touya-nii to take me on our seasonal shopping spree to buy me an entirely new wardrobe for autumn (ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)

#let’s go let’s go let’s go let’s go let’s go!!! #i want some new plaid skirts c; #i’m sure he’d be happy to buy me anything he can easily fuck me in #lucky for him i only wear skirts n dresses weeeeeee #anyway he totally buys u a new wardrobe every single season #complete with cute lingerie DUH

[the-fiction-witch]

Gummy Ring

Media Death Of A Superhero

Character Donald

Couple Donald X Reader

Rating Cute

I finished with my hair giving it an adjust in my mirror,

"Y/N! You coming or not!" Donald yelled from the bottom of the stairs,

"I'm coming!" I called back as I fixed my uniform skirt and I headed out of my room and down the stairs, "Hey," I smiled leaning on the banister my hair a flick with my hand as I tried to be noticed,

Donald stood in his own uniform, his back leant against the bottom of the stairs as he waited for me, everyone else from the down already left and headed to class but we were two who were usually awake the deepest into the night, awake the lasted alarm, and the slowest to get ready so we often held one another accountable for ensuring we actually got to class on time.

He looked up at me and for a moment seemed taken back his eyebrow raised, "Did you change your hair?"

"Yes I did," I smiled, as I came down the last few stairs and did a little spin, "How do I look?"

"It looks..." he began as he gave me a real detailed look, he seemed a little unsure but eventually spoke up, "It looks nice,"

"You think so?"

"Yeah, it looks good." He nodded, "Now, let's take your new head to class." he said as he all but ushered me out the door,

"You seem eager to get to class today?" I laughed as we walked,

"Yeah well, Mr Sweet catches me late again I have to do a weekend detention again,"

"That's fair," I nodded as I plaid with my hair,

"It does look nice I admit," he chuckled, "what did you do exactly?"

"Can you really not tell?"

"I just asked,"

"I dyed it, Donald." I laughed,

"Hu... is the really strong chemical smell last night?"

"Yeah..." I answered sheepishly

"I wondered what that was," he muttered, "I just thought Trudy was on a war path again,"

"No, But I think she will be... there may be some dye... washed out in the bathroom."

"I imagine so, and on your pillows, and the shower for the next like week, and all your white clothes."

"I know, but it is the price I must pay," I smiled, "To be beautiful,"

"Well you certainly do,"

"Ohh? I look beautiful Donald?"

"....No... yes... what answer won't get me a slap round the back of the head."

"None."

"Yes, you look beautiful. It looks very nice."

"Aww thank you,"

"Why this colour though?"

"Well, I wanted to go purple,"

"Purple?"

"Yeah, Like a cool deep plum purple,"

"...That would look cool,"

"Becuase school rules say I can't dye my hair, but I looked into it so long as my hair is still a natural colour they can't yell at me," I explained, "So this was my workaround,"

"You could also... not dye your hair?"

"I know, but barely wear my own clothes, I can't paint my nails, and even my make-up is heavily regulated I have to do something, Donald,"

"That's fair, I do think that... Purple would actually really suit you," he said, as we arrived and began the walk though the busy halls to the first period,

"You do?"

"Yeah I think it would," he nodded, "I guess I know what I'm getting you on Valentine's Day, you can keep it till summer break dye your hair purple and have all summer with cool purple hair."

"What?" I chuckled,

"You know, I uhh I could get you some purple hair dye, I think it would make a good Valentine's Day gift don't you?" He smiled,

"Okay... There is, so much to unpack there." I laughed, "A. I dyed my hair last night so it can't be dyed again for at least six weeks before I do anything with it again or my hair will fall out. B. I dyed it this so the only way to get this out is letting it grow out, cut it out, or bleach it and we both remember what happened last time I tried to bleach my hair."

"...it went so weird..." he muttered,

"yeah, so I'd like to avoid that again. C. school says natural colours only and if Victor finds me with purple hair dye in my room, I am dead. and you will also be dead because I would throw you under the bus in a heartbeat. D. Valentine's is tomorrow so I don't even know where you would be able to get hair dye from after school is finished. and finally E. You were... gonna get me a valentine?"

"Well... yeah." he said as he rubbed the back of his neck and stumbled on his words, "Yeah I mean... You're my mate, well my best mate. Well... best mate that's a girl, doesn't uhh doesn't everyone get their friends valentines presents?" He said,

Now to anyone else that would be pretty damn convincing, issue is. I know Donald and I am used to his tricks, and I have learnt the ability to read between his words I know he's lying he clearly made that up on the spot when I called him out on it.

"No. they don't."

"Don't they?"

"No. it's usually a couple of a thing." I laughed

His cheeks went a little red, "Well who uhh who says valentines can't be for friends, it uhh not just between lover birds right?"

"It's literally the holiday of romance Donald,"

His cheek's redness only deepened, "Well I uhhh... I only met to get you it as like a... Present,"

"A Valentine's Present?" I smirked at him verbally backing him into a corner,

"it's..it's..it's not like that. I mean, I just thought of it as like a... y'know, friendly and caring and romantic gesture..." he coughed, "Nothing uhh romantic about it."

"You just called it a romantic gesture Donald,"

"Ohh I uhh... well uhh I mean, who said romantic things had to be between lovers?"

"do you hear your own sentence? Romantic things are for lovers that's kinda the whole point of romantic things."

"well... but... you know... I... I mean..." he sputtered, "I know, but... I just think it would be sweet. like you can like someone as a friend... for a friend... and give them a gift, and who says friends can't uhhh can't be romantic I uhh I think it's okay, I mean if you're my..." he trailed off yet again,

"Donald." I laughed, "Do whatever you want."

He nodded for a moment the corner of his lip flicked up into a sly smile almost smirking to himself, As soon as we got to the door to class of course being the last ones moments before the bell he opened the door for me and held it open with a smile,

"Aww such a gentleman,"

"Well, it's my job to be a gentleman to such a lovely lady," He said as he did a playful bow to me,

I giggled a little and tapped the tip of his nose as I headed into class and took my seat Donald of course came and sat beside me so we shared a table, the teacher gave us the basic brief and everyone got on talking amongst themselves as usual, I didn't have much to do so I just grabbed my book and began to read.

"do you have anything interesting in your book?" he asked leaning his head on his hands to peer over my shoulder,

"Mhm, very interesting,"

"Well then, Enlighten me." he smiled as he leant a little closer,

"It's a book about Mary Shelley, I don't think you'd be interested Donald,"

"Are you implying I'm a fool?" he chuckled, "I might find it extremely interesting," He smiled still edging closer,

"Alright, would you like a fun fact?"

"yes please," he grinned.

"she wrote Frankenstein as a dare"

"Really?" he asked surprised, "who dared her to write a novel?" he asked curiously.

"her friend got angry about how flowery and boring literature and poetry were getting so they dared her to write a novel and she wrote Frankenstein basically rejuvenating horror and gothic literature as well as practically inventing the genre of science fiction"

he listened intently, his eyes lit up in excitement, "so basically, she invented sci-fi?" he asked,

"yep, nothing else like it came before everything came after"

"I had absolutely no idea..." he seemed genuinely surprised by this information. "so... that means that all of the science fiction that came after was inspired by her?" he asked curiously.

"yep, the mother of sci-fi"

"wow..." he paused, "so basically she's the reason why sci-fi is a thing? without her, none of this would exist, none of the movies... the video games... nothing..."

"yep, I mean I'm sure someone else would have come along eventually but the world would be forever changed"

"That's actually crazy... thank god for her." he laughed, smiling slightly.

"yeah, I love her. Or wanna be her... Not sure yet"

"I mean it is a little obvious you wanna be here Y/n."

"You think so?"

"... I feel I don't need to give an explanation I feel like looking at you is a good enough explanation,"

"Is it?"

"...Y/n all though I have no proof I'm pretty sure you're a witch."

"stay out of my room," I told him returning to my book,

"...well that doesn't fill me with confidence," He gulped, "but really, you'd wanna be a writer?" he tiled his head a litt,e

"Kinda,"

"Really? well... I support you. I'd buy your first book," he said, "I'd buy all the copies of your book just to make you a best seller."

"You would? really?"

"Yeah, why not. I'd buy every copy of your book and give a copy to everyone I know,"

"That'll be so expensive."

"Well, this is one day, when we're all grown up and I'm a wealthy man and your a beautiful published bestselling author."

I laughed, "I'd have a sign a copy special and send it off to my number one fan," I laughed as I tapped his nose,

"Of course! who else would be your number one fan," he joked, giving my shoulder a bump with his own,

"I'll be sure to send your special edition signed copy to whatever high-flying apartment you're living in then when you're all rich and successful one day."

"You think I would be rich?"

"I think so, as some business man some high-end CEO."

"You think I'd reach CEO?"

"I think so. Donald seriously yes your grades are... less not continue that sentence, but you have a skill that a lot of people dream they had, you have a confident charm and natural charisma, yes you use it for evil usually for pranks with sam but I think if you applied the same skilful manipulation and quick thinking you do for that I could see you flying high in a cut-throat business world." I explained, "I think you'd do good,"

He blushed a little, "You think so?"

"Yeah,"

"I could be a CEO, Clark Industries."

"It has a ring to it I admit." I giggled, "I think you'd be good with like stocks or marketing, I mean all a stock brother really does is convince people to make dumb financial decisions that just benefit the brokers."

"so in short, I could con people out of their money simply by making it seem like a good deal? sounds fun," he joked, "people could look up to me, see what I'm doing as some sort of get-rich-quickly scheme and then I'd profit from their stupidity,"

"Exactly, sounds like something you'd do now let alone one day,"

"It's the perfect plan. I'd become rich beyond imagination, people would admire me for my success and skill, and I'd be able to buy you fancy things and be able to give you an amazing and comfortable life,"

"Why would you be buying me anything? If I'm a bestselling writer then I have my own money,"

"Yeah, but I want to spoil you, buy you everything you want,"

"Why would you be buying me anything, Donald?" I laughed,

"Oh? don't you like the idea of a rich and successful boyfriend?"

"boyfriend?"

"Yeah... You're boyfriend." He smiled, "And one day we'd be a top-of-the-world rich couple with everything we ever wanted... Together."

"ohh? So you're some rich successful stockboy with various businesses and I'm some best selling author, and we live in some New York City penthouse apartment at the top of the Empire State Building?"

"That's the dream," he said softly, "you and me... living our life to the fullest, never having to worry about money and being able to travel wherever we want... One day,"

"One day," I laughed,

"so... would you... would you like that?" he asked as he rubbed his neck again,

"Maybe, depends on how high the apartment is I mean if where too high up imagine lugging groceries up the elevator,"

"we wouldn't have to lift a finger, just sit back and relax while someone else handles all our burdens for us," he laughed, "someone to do our cleaning, do our shopping, our laundry, our cooking. So we have time to work and... just be with each other."

"Okay, on one condition."

"what's the condition?"

"if we are going to live in this beautiful top floor Empire State Building penthouse, I want to decorate it all gothic art deco keep with the 20s vibes of the building while also still being gothy"

"gothic art deco... that's a great idea. imagine all the artwork and design that would fit the vibe, all the intricate details and patterns and designs, and the furniture..." he smiled, "and our bedroom will be the gothic bedroom of your dreams," he cooed,

"We could hang a chandelier from the ceiling, and..." a small smile curled at the corner of his mouth. "and you can have as many stuffed animals on the bed as you'd like."

"a chandelier in the bedroom?" She giggled

"yeah! wouldn't that be amazing? a gothic chandelier dangling right above the bed and a dark theme?" he tilted his head slightly, grinning. "maybe some candles as well, to get that dim lighting going on. plus, think of how romantic it would be in the dark..."

"Romantic?"

"Very romantic, perfect for late-night cuddle sessions."

"ummm a deep blood red room with art deco wallpaper, a black marble floor, a tall canopy bed with sheer and satin curtains, candles and art deco wall sconces, a beautiful gothic chandelier hung over the bed" she giggled

"that would actually look amazing... could it include a walk-in wardrobe as well...? with a floor-to-roof mirror? please say yes." He pleaded,

"floor to ceiling cathedral style mirror and a wall in wardrobe with big wooden doors like an entrance to Narnia" I laughed, "I think a vanity inside the wall in wardrobe with a sofa so you can sit and get dressed while I get ready"

he smiled widely. "perfect, that would be perfect,"

"It would be cute," I smiled, "I think we'd have a very pretty bathroom with dark green tiles and gold grout, a walk-in shower big enough for two, and a jacuzzi tub because you can't have a cool bathroom without a jacuzzi tub. And two sinks so we don't elbow each other trying to brush our teeth in the morning oohh! And backlit mirrors. I freaking love backlit mirrors"

"yep, I agree, that would be pretty awesome. maybe we could even have heated floors, so when we get out of the shower, the floor isn't cold on our feet, and heated towels too? they'd be nice and warm when we got out, all nice and toasty and ready to warm us up," He smiled, "we would live an incredibly luxurious lifestyle. imagine the parties we would hold, where we would invite all of the wealthy and stylish people we met, just to show everyone how we live our best and most glamourous lives, surrounded by the most lavish and beautiful things and people imaginable."

"It sounds lovely,"

"...I'm starting to really like this vision of our future."

"That would be nice. But it's going to be pricey doing all this twice,"

"Twice?" he repeated, a bit confused.

"yeah one for me one for you, we can be neighbours"

"Neighbors?"

"Yes Donald Neighbors," I smiled "Surely if we are both amazingly rich and successful we won't need to be roommates and share right?"

"but... I kinda... wanted to live with you," he admitted, looking at his shoes. "I thought it would be sweet to live with each other... together..."

"as roommates? Even when we're grown up and successful and rich?"

he shifted his position slightly. "no, I mean... as more than roommates." he took a deep breath,

"More than roommates?"

"I meant like, live like we're in a relationship, you know?" he raised his head slightly, "As a couple. you know a rich successful stockboy with various businesses, and his best selling author, boyfriend and girlfriend, or maybe one day... live with each other as husband and wife,"

"What?" I couldn't hold back a laugh,

"I... I'd want to marry you, have us be a couple."

"Donald we're 17."

"I know... but I didn't mean it like... right this minute," he said, stammering slightly. "I just meant... one day," he continued. "After we finish university, start our careers. I just meant like one day, in the future..." He said, "I'm fine with just being your boyfriend till then."

"you really mean that?" She asked "You... You'd want to have this life, with me?"

"yes... yes I would. I'd love to live this life with you if that's what you want too,"

"I... I think I would,"

"You would?!"

"Yeah, why not we can give it a go right."

"Yeah! we can. we definitely can."

I giggled and grabbed my bag digging around in my snack pocket before I secretly pulled out a bag of gummy sweets, doing my best to hide it from the teacher and other students, I dug through until I found a red and yellow gummy ring and I took his hand slipping the sweet on his ring finger which made him blush even harder

"Oh my god-" he blushed he took the bag and dug around until he found one that matched and he slipped it on my hand too, "there, we both have the set now," he said quietly, as he held my hand intertwining out fingers so the gummy rings touched,

"yeah we do, I don't imagine these lasting long. But still one day"

"One day." he nodded,

"I suppose that does mean we need to make plans for Valentine's Day..."

"well, of course, I'd want to! I'd love to spend time with you, maybe going to do something fun and romantic together?" he smiled excitedly, "Anything you want, we can do."

"you think maybe after classes we can go shopping together? Get some snacks and sweets and something nice to eat, and then tomorrow we can just cozy up in my dorm room with our snacks, get a takeaway and watch a movie?"

"oh my god yes please," he exclaimed, smiling excitedly. "that sounds like the perfect day. I'd love to cuddle in your room with you and watch a movie and snuggle up together under soft blankets and pillows."

"Sounds perfect," I smiled as the bell tolled for the next period, so I grabbed my stuff and shoved my books in my bag, "it's a date, and if you're very lucky you might just get a kiss" she smiled poking his nose and kissing his hand beside his ring, "see you in third period Donald,"

"I can barely wait for my sweet," he cooed,

I smiled and headed off to my class without him. 

#tbs smut #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster #thomas brodie sangster smut #tbs #donald #death of a superhero

[crestfallercanyon]

Weekly Tag Wednesday Thursday

Thank you @darlingian for creating this week’s game. Thanks for the tag @michellemisfit ! seems like fun.

Which character from any media would you like to have as a father? 

Sean Maguire from Good Will Hunting (i.e., Robin Williams's character). Maybe not a very exciting or fun answer, and there's probably a lot of reasons to not pick him, but he just seems to be an extraordinarily good man who wants to help people get to a better place in their own lives, who is trying his hardest to get through the day to day, made some mistakes, loved his wife very much, and can make people who are really going through it still manage to laugh and see the world in a new perspective.

If money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have?

Dragon is a hell of a good answer @michellemisfit, but if money and time and help were no object but I think I'd be intimidated by that (also I wouldn't know what to feed it!) I think I'd want either a highland cow (because once I got to pet one and it licked me and followed me around and I loved him) or a horse, because I think they're neat.

What is your Chinese takeout order? 

General Tso's Chicken, crab rangoon if they have it, steamed spring rolls.

What's your favorite emoji?

👍. it's versatile. I often use it like this: 👍👍.

Would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house?

I was going to say library, but honestly? I might pick a greenhouse. A place that's filled with plants that I can go listen to music to even in wintertime and be warm and surrounded by nature? I think I'm going to have to pick the greenhouse.

What childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly?

Mr. Roger's Neighborhood, Power Puff Girls, and the old Pokemon tv show with Brock, Misty, and Ash.

What was your tumblr like when you first joined?

I had a shared computer with the entire house as a kid, so I did not have a tumblr then. I only saw it occasionally because I was a nerdfighter and saw fishingboatproceeds (and heard about the drama of that later). It wasn't until a couple years ago that I got a tumblr, so, not all that different to now. My tumblr was a pitiful attempt at being a writing blog, but I got more interested in fandom pursuits instead. Some things have stayed the same, though, like having an obscure icon lol.

What clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself?

Dark feminine academia. Black ribbons in the hair, the plaid pleated skirts with the ripped nylons or the smoke color pleated pants, the black mary janes, the cranberry or bourbon or navy colored sweaters with the collared shirt poking out underneath, the neat dark nail polish, the dark lipped makeup. I always think it looks really cool, but a) a ribbon is going to just become a mess in my hair, b) that particular brand of feminine style and color palette rarely looks good on me, and c) seems like a lot of freaking effort that I'm not willing to put in.

If you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best?

I know the Legend of Zelda: BOTW map pretty well. The Glade in the Maze Runner is pretty simple so I think I'd know it pretty well, but I do not want to be there lmao.

What is your favorite piece of art? 

This is a really hard question, um. I do love art, my brain provides things like Claude Monet or seaside paintings, but I'm going to be honest, I'm always more enchanted by the architecture of things and places -- I love to do "urban hiking". One of the most amazing places I ever got to explore was Radio City Music Hall in New York City. I learned a lot about why they designed the interior areas the way they did, and it was just such an amazing experience.

Do you have a water bottle? what does it look like?

Yes! I have a yellow one with a bunch of stickers of places I've been.

What fanfic trope is a quiet fave?

It's not even quiet for me -- character A is injured and character B patches them up. I love it.

Do you carry a daily bag? what does it look like? what's the weirdest thing in it?

I've got two. A burgundy faux-leather-looking bag for when I need to carry a bunch of stuff and look professional, such as files, a water bottle, my laptop, and other personal belongings. Otherwise I have an old thrifted purse made of green corduroy and a button with an engraved hummingbird on it that perfectly fits my laptop and my journal and one book. Attached to it is a small pouch I was given by a friend that I put my headphones case into.

If you had to ship Mickey with another Gallagher, who would it be?

I'm a fan of enemies to lovers, lol, so I would probably explore a Mickey/Lip dynamic. Also the amount of sarcasm and actually the frightening capabilities the two would have together would be fascinating.

What is a fanfic trope you didn't expect to like and then very much did?

I actually love post-sex scenes, particularly like aftercare scenes. I was not expecting that.

Do you think s11 Mickey can still carry s11 Ian?

Yup. I kind of think Mickey would make a show of it every time Ian feels weird about his own body, he would pick him up and show Ian he's still his lumbering ginger boy.

Who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house?

@lingy910y's Mickey and Carl fighting over the bat is GOLD, but I also see Ian quietly grabbing the baseball bat and handing it to Debbie while they're arguing for actual purposes of "I want you to have this and stay safe wherever you are."

I am pretty sure everyone I am familiar with in the fandom has already been tagged, but just in case, I'll add @callivich ! if you've already been tagged my apologies -- and if you haven't been tagged, then by all means, see this as an open tag and go right ahead. <3

#gallavich #weekly tag wednesday #*thursday* #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #lip gallagher #debbie gallagher

[viviennevivisection]

Session 18 Notes - “Welcome to Woodvale” - 9-14-22

-Vivellie purchased a pair of diamond earring worth 300 GP a piece (for revivify) 

-Only Ms. Moody and Cass have magic in Woodvale 

-Cass told us we don’t have to wear disguises — that we can just be ourselves

-Dandy is wearing a safari outfit (to teleport us to the Woodvale woods)

-Cass outfit - Princess Di — white turtleneck with a Woodvale high school crew neck, baggy jeans, and chunky sneakers (not her usual style) 

-The high school  team is: “The Woodvale Hell Divers” 

-Naomi outfit - “uniform” — combo Mormon/Catholic chic, long skirt, turtle neck, lots of layering, under layers are plaid, and wearing the shoes she wears to work (loafers)

-Ellie outfit - a pastel rainbow turtleneck, boyfriend jeans, pink combat/hiking boots, her usual gold hoops and the diamond studs

-Telepathic Bond - we have a piece of jewelry powered by residuum 

-The “”””””””””broken”””””””””””” gun belonged to Cass’ grandfather 

-Dandy uses tea to cast teleport 

-Teleporting felt like stepping on to a moving sidewalk — disorienting 

-We teleported into the middle of the road outside town — pine scent and other earthy smells overwhelm the senses, big PNW vibes

-Naomi feels anxious, a shiver up the spine 

-Vivellie feels anxious, can almost feel the pine needles against their cheeks and arms

-Cass is…distinctly “home” 

-SMITH PHARMACY 

-Cottage type homes 

-The junk yard! The dump! Of dump item fame!

-It’s all very cottage core 

-The Miller home has personality (very lived in, kind of cluttered, but also as well maintained as is possible) 

-Judd (Miller) is hugging Cass

-Watts is SO happy 

-Coffee is brewing

-Everyone who wanted one got a dad hug

-There are plants everywhere 

-Sam described it as like Ms. Honey’s cottage meets Belle’s dad’s workshop 

-There is a busted ass piano 

-Two bedrooms on either side of the kitchen

-“Judd is a DILF” - Sam 

-Big dude, bear energy, flannel beard, a tiefling, his horns curl and are a bit more noticeable than Cass’ — ultimately reminiscent of the Brawny paper towel man (lol) 

-Ezra has already been forgotten two (2) times

-We are all served a Bob Evans farmer’s choice breakfast 

-There is a union meeting tonight being lead by (straight) Ezra — the contract is up and there are suits in town to negotiate — meeting is taking place at the community center 

-“They’ve got an extra edge this year.” - I can’t remember if this was about the suits or about the union leaders… 

-“Riley has been really sweet.” - Judd

-Alice is “adorable” — an aging prom queen, a tiny little woman, Cass is amalgamation of the two (just coming home from working at The Factory)

-Alice is soft, definitely not a PTA mom in vibes, she waters the plants

-Judd is like a bull in a china shop 

-Alice is complaining about the suits

-Cass is arranging for (gay) Ezra to stay at the Miller Cottage when we leave town

-People are going to the morning shift at The Factory (news of Cass being back in town will spread quickly because the Woodvalians saw her taking with Judd outside) 

-Vivellie, Naomi and Ezra are all shocked to be in a loving family home 

-Judd and Alice were high school sweethearts 

-Cass was kicked out of the LARPing club in high school because she could do actual magic (laughing my FUCKING ass off)

-Charlie Smith is at City Hall (we swerved) 

-Naomi’s reflection winked at her and VE SAW IT? 

-We are going to Ms. Moody’s church 

-C: “Do I know anything about the town’s religion?” 

-DM: “Make a religion check! :) With disadvantage because you actively don’t care about it.” 

-Ellie is trying to do Corintima style prayers — thinking of Jennie Darling, Sterling and Danny, Judd and Alice, Vivnomi…but before she can get too deep it feels like she is doused with cold water 

-Naomi is vibe checking — there is an energy in this place. Woodvale does fall on a ley line, there is some sort of amplification going on

-Ellie said something like: “I don’t think Corintima likes me very much” and on QUEUE Ms. Moody walked in like : “I’m sure that’s not true, sugar!” 

-Slay slay slay 

-Ms. Moody has Dolly Parton vibes 

-She is a gnome that is 250-300 years old 

-VE showed Ms. Moody their fangs almost immediately lmao

-“Riley has been a terror since the engagement.” - Ms. Moody-Cass is asking about “Grandad’s old patrol station” — near the mines 

-Trying to find time to talk to MM about Woodvale Sickness, Woodvale Ellie is squeamish about it

-VE gave Ms. Moody a copy of Silk Chiffon Wonderland

-MM: ”I’m so happy to see Cass making friends!” 

-E: ”Yeah! I would die for her.”

-Lydia has brought us into the sodie store

-Sodie orders: Ellie (cherry soda), Cass (“The Helldive” -- something like a Dr. Pepper), and Naomi (a full on Mormon drink, the soda with the creamer and the syrups)

-Lydia is usually very put together, very politician’s wife -- but she seems frazzled right now

-Cass is trying to get Ezra a job at Smith Pharmacy lmao

-”It’s her and Ezra -- who would've thought?” - Lydia on Riley’s engagement

-C: “What else do we need but happiness?” Naomi and Ellie side eye

-Cass is getting us rock candies

-And lollipops!

-She gave us trail mix too

-The Wisteria Bluffs - a gorgeous view out over the ocean, a little misty over the water

-Naomi’s shadow is….not correct!

-Ellie scolded DN lol

-Asking Vytris about…the state of things

-The meeting bodes a little poorly for the town, but there is something we can do help (He showed VE the mines)

-”Are the Smiths in bed with the suits to profit off Woodvale Sickness?” -- a vision of Charlie signing a piece of paper for a shadowy figure -- Riley smiles, picks up the documents and gives them to the shadowy figure 

-Woodvale used to be independent -- Dodder tried to come in and buy the factory, Charlie negotiated the original contract

-Woodvale sickness has seemingly always been around but has gotten worse in the last 30 years (Ms. Moody would be able to provide more insight)

-”We’re scary mine people” → going to scope them out, but be back to taste Ms. Moody’s cobbler and to go to the contract meeting

-Sarah has a Trigger Agenda - just waiting for Certain Things to happen to Trigger Events

-Cass is texting T̶̿̀ͅh̶͙͊ē̷͈ ̸͕͚̊C̵̲̀r̵̹͕̒ȇ̵̪á̶̧͇̽t̸̥̏͜͝u̶̝͛ͅṙ̵̬̀e̵͉͂̚

-Cass had a…. HAS a (?) crush on (straight) Ezra

-There is something complicated between Cass and Riley … there is no lost love there

-Cass thinks she is a nasty girl

-We are at the mines! :) There are abandoned cabins here -- triggering for Naomi

-I let the skellies out of the bag and reassembled them and we are frolicking about -- they are…extraordinarily happy, extra active. Similar to how DN is acting. “There’s something in the air” → we’re close to the Wild Lands!

-The claw marks from Cass’ scary dream are…real!

-VE does not recognize the claw marks (low roll -- she was too busy dancing with the skellies) -- which may be for the better??? Sarah’s words, not mine!

-Naomi thinks the marks look animalistic in nature, and do not seem to be native to this environment 

-”The mine dried up and became too dangerous to dig deeper” -- now which is it? Did it dry up or become too dangerous?? The math isn’t quite mathing 

-Whatever the truth is, the mines are NOT to be fucked with

-Cass has DEVIL SIGHT? She may be seeing something shifting in the shadows?? 

-”Anybody home?” Cass into the open cave

-”Nobody’s home, dear. Lucky you, too! Gotta be careful poking the hornet’s nest like that. You know we have a common goal. Attend this meeting and you’ll find out.” - THE CREATURE?

-Cass is looking for signs on continued use around the mine

-#Confirmed Naomi has log cabin trauma

-There isn’t a TON of vandalism (as one would expect at a site like this)

-One of the windows to the Big Mine Elevator is missing the glass

-Cass went in immediately

-There is a key in the elevator ignition, the elevator itself is down in the mine (someone is down there?) 

-Cass took the elevator key, the key has the City Hall insignia on it (RIP to whoever is down there)

-It’s Wednesday

-Dr. Cunt casted sending on Ezra: “Have a nice vacation.” Ellie in the background: “TELL HER TO EAT IT!”

-Dr. C to N: “So, we’ve reached an understanding then…a pity.” (Tell her to eat it.) 

-VE went back to the sodie shop and Riley is there -- VE went to the bathroom (in the pharmacy) and casted detect magic

-Some of the medicines are magic, but not to a degree that seems abnormal 

-Riley is wearing a magical name necklace with enchantment magic

-Lydia’s internal ley system is somewhere between where Ezra and Cass’ are -- not nothing but it is weak

-Riley’s is nearly identical to Cass’ (now why would Sarah say this)

-Riley is absolutely furious that Cass is in town 

-Riley and Ellie had a Midwestern Mean showdown lmao 

-Ezra is going to the Smiths for dinner?? Is this one of those “We should have you for dinner moments???) 

-Riley has a matching key to the one Cass took from the elevator

-Cass tried to magically trip Riley as she walked away: “Careful, Riley, wouldn’t want to fall from grace.” 

-Riley gave a knowing smile

#dnd #campaign diary

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - Timestuck AU: The Power of Mabel ch.1

While fighting over a time machine so one twin can win a pig or the other can win the heart of a girl, Mabel is left stranded in a snowy forest with no time machine and no brother. Oops.

ch.2

Beautiful artwork was created by @starstruck-loner​! THANK YOU SO MUCH SWEETIE I LOVE IT!!!

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Snow freckled the chilly January day lightly, like powdered sugar over a freshly baked pastry, sticking to each layer effortlessly and creating a blanket that completely covered the woods and the cabin nested between the trees. The atmosphere was still and stiff, like frozen icicles that were not going to start dripping any time soon. The air was bitter and unwelcoming, which was probably why no living thing was outside today. Today was the perfect day to burrow and sleep and keep warm with your own body heat.

A crack through space-time cut through the air. The crushing of tiny ice particles followed as two twelve-year-olds ran, one chasing the other, as the time-tape was heating up and buzzing. “This thing is getting hotter! Hot! Hot, hot, hot!” Mabel attempted to save her palms from burns by bouncing the tiny machine between her hands.

“What are you doing?!” Dipper demanded as Mabel bounced the tape-measure too hard and her twin reached a hand to catch it. He managed to catch it perfectly, like an athlete catching a baseball, and then was gone in a flash of baby-blue lightning.

Mabel’s eyes widened in sheer panic and she held her arms as a gust of wind blew and nearly froze her to her core. It felt like her skin was being pricked by mean sewing needles. She looked around wildly for her brother, for him to come back to this time and place immediately, because surely he would use the time machine to come back, but seconds ticked by and she was still alone.

Puffs of smoke decorated the wintry scene as she held her shivering body and looked at the shack. It wasn’t as colorful and welcoming and loud as the shack Mabel remembered, but she made herself consider that it was because there was no big sign or tourist-y things, and it was winter. Then a light turned on, the hall if Mabel remembered her summer home correctly, and the door opened.

The hope that Mabel had in her chest of seeing her great-uncle was gone, and replaced with fear and confusion. This man looked very much like Stan, though much younger, quite chubby and youthful, wearing a black t-shirt and blue plaid pajama-pants. He had the same face as a young-Stan, but with a more pink than orange nose, a cleft chin, fluffier hair that reminded Mabel of her’s when it was short, and different glasses. 

Mabel didn’t know what to do or how to react or how to feel. People change a lot when they age, sure, but this much? It was possible this person wasn’t Stan, but who else would look so similar to him and live in this house? Maybe this is the guy who lived here before Stan, and they just happen to look very similar. This is Gravity Falls, and though she and Dipper were still new to the town, it was a weird place where something like this could happen.

It also came to Mabel how odd the situation was for the man: a little girl was standing in a sweater and skirt outside his house in the winter. Would he try to send her home? She had no home to go to. She didn’t know what year this was, but if it was a time Stan didn’t live here, it must have been way before she was born, maybe even before her parents met. She was stranded.

But the man looked at her sympathetically and he seemed kind and worried. He grabbed a trenchcoat and called gently, “Hello. Are you okay?”

Mabel bit her lip. His voice was definitely not Grunkle Stan’s. A gust of wind made her shiver and her teeth chatter, and the man stepped into some slippers and walked up to her, draping the trenchcoat over her shoulders. “There there, that’s a very nice sweater, but it doesn’t seem to be keeping you warm, is it?”

“N-No.” Mabel shivered. “I… I used breathable yarn for…” She stopped. She was going to say how she used breathable yarn for the warm California weather, but she decided not to.

“You used?” The man repeated, rubbing her shoulders to try to make the trenchcoat work faster. “You made this?”

Mabel saw his excited grin and she smiled nervously. “Y-Yeah. I knit sweaters.”

The man bent his knees in front of her and studied her sweater. She held out an arm so he could see and his brown eyes sparkled. “That’s very impressive! I love sweaters!”

Mabel gasped happily. “C-C-Can I m-make you one?!”

The man looked taken back, but chuckled and stood. “Of course, but first let’s get you warm. How does hot chocolate sound?”

“Y-Yes, p-p-please.” Mabel shivered, and allowed the man to walk her into the house.

It was scaringly like the Mystery Shack, but so much was different. It was the same layout, the same house, but there was so much that was different. A coat rack stood by the door, holding a white lab coat with black rubber gloves in the pocket, some safety goggles like the ones in Mabel’s science classes, and Stan’s fez. Mabel stared at it. Well, okay it probably wasn’t Stan’s fez, but it was a maroon fez with a golden fish and a black tassle. 

There was a wood-burning stove alive in the living room, with a small box full of wood by it and a tiny stool. Instead of Grunkle Stan’s armchair, there was a red-velvet couch, a large writing desk, and the room was decorated with books, desks, papers, and jars and experiments. It was all strange, but warm and cozy with the fire going.

Mabel smiled as the man pulled out the tiny stool and gestured for her to sit by the stove. She obeyed and the coat was removed from her shoulders, but quickly replaced with a dark-green blanket.

“There, do you mind warming up here while I make your hot chocolate?” He asked, draping his trenchcoat over his arm.

Mabel shook her head and held her cold hands in front of the stove. “Thank you.”

The man smiled. “You’re welcome.” And he turned and left for where Mabel knew the kitchen was.

Sitting alone and feeling better as her body was getting warm, Mabel thought it all over. This man was clearly not her Grunkle Stan, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t nice or couldn’t help her. Any minute Dipper was going to come back for her, but until then she had to stay where she was. That’s what grown-ups told her to do if she was ever lost. Stay where you are until you’re found.

By the time Mabel was very comfortable, the man returned with two mugs of steaming hot chocolate with extra marshmallows, and handed one to the girl. “Here you are, my dear.”

“Thank you, sir.” Mabel sipped and hummed in delight as the man sat on the floor next to her.

“You’re very welcome.” He sipped his drink and added, “Now then, I have to ask, what were you doing out there? Did you get lost?”

Mabel’s face dropped and she nodded. “Uh, huh.”

“Hm, very well. That can easily happen when playing on a snow day.” The man said with a smile. “Why don’t I call our parents and we can arrange to have you back home safe?”

Mabel swallowed nervously. She bit her lip, looking down at her mug. She didn’t know what to say to that.

The man looked at her and noticed how scared she was. “Is something wrong?”

Mabel looked up at him, was met with a kind face, and whimpered, “I can’t call them.”

The man smiled sympathetically. “I’m sure you won’t get into too much trouble. Maybe a little, but it’s for the best to call them so we can get you home soon.”

Mabel shook her head and squeezed her stinging eyes shut. “They’re… not around.”

The man’s face dropped as Mabel scrubbed at her eyes. “Oh. I’m so sorry.”

Mabel only replied with a sniff and she sipped her hot chocolate.

“Is there someone I can call for you?” The man asked. “I’m sure there’s someone out there worried about you.”

Mabel bit her lip. “M-My brother… He’s still out there…”

“Is he lost, too?”

Mabel shrugged.

“Well,” The man held his cleft chin in thought. “I’m sure he’s out there looking for you. Perhaps then you should wait here until he comes here, and then we can send you to your guardian.”

“It’s just us.” Mabel muttered. “Just us.”

The man smiled. Mabel hoped he believed her brother was much older than her, or at least old enough to take care of her. That way she wasn’t really lying, just letting this man believe what he wanted to believe. Nothing wrong with that. “Okay. Still, you may stay here until he finds you.”

Mabel sniffed and wiped her nose with her sweater sleeve. “Thank you, sir.”

“Please, call me Ford.” He said and held out a hand to her.

Mabel smiled and shook his hand. “I’m Mabel.”

“Mabel, huh? That’s a beautiful name.”

“Thanks.” She looked down at their hands and her eyes widened. One, two, three, four, five, s-...

Ford pulled his hand free, his cheeks reddening as he sipped his hot chocolate, but Mabel was grinning at him happily and she gasped with joy, “You have six fingers?!”

Ford blinked at her, reminding Mabel of a startled owl, and he cleared his throat. “Um, y-yes. It’s a birth defect.”

“Nuh, huh! It’s cool! Can I see, please?” Mabel sat her mug on the floor by her feet.

The researcher didn’t like people staring at his hands, but this young girl wanted to look, it appears, in admiration, so Ford hesitantly gave her his hands and she held them lovingly, her eyes sparkling like stars.

“Wow! That’s neat! No wonder your hand shake was so friendly! It’s a whole finger friendlier than normal!” Mabel was then reminded that Dipper’s journal had a six-fingered hand on it.

The girl’s eyes widened as she wondered if she was meeting Dipper’s idol. It was possible. The journal Dipper had dated it in the 80s, and Dipper said that the author mysteriously disappeared. As exciting as it was to meet the Author of the Journals, all it did was put Mabel more at ease. If anyone can help her, he can.

Ford laughed and gave her hands a soft squeeze. “I like you! You’re weird.”

Mabel grinned, distracted from her thoughts and grateful for it. “I like you, too, Ford!”

#GF #gravity falls #fanfiction #timestuck au #ford and mabel bonding #MORE SWEATER-TWINS BONDING #ford pines #mabel pines #time travel

[monstas1ut2]

2/3 Eren Yeager (Smut Warning!)

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That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka!

The screenshot sound was pretty loud as your back went up and down like a roach sprayed with raid. The male on the other side of the phone laughing his ass off. Well, he wasn't the only one.. but he's the one who took the screenshot.

"Delete that shit, don't put it on Instagram Connie!" Your pretty face was immediately in the camera's view. Your eyes a little wide at the fact that you were caught off guard. But at the same time, you let yourself go in front of the group. That's your wrong doing. But it made them smile nonetheless.

The people who were on the call at the moment were Connie, Jean, and Sasha. The rest were either too bothered to be in such a crackhead group, or they were busy.. probably the first one. Anyways, everyone in first period happened to be your friend, they were all different but they adored you nonetheless... even Annie... she just hides hers pretty well. Anyways, It's almost the end of senior year already and the bond is hard to break..

"That's my favorite song, you can't be catchin a hoe off guard.." you scolded the bald male who still happened to be laughing. His controller in his hand since he was playing nba2k. Jean was also playing but at the moment he was trying to figure out what you were doing.. and he's mad he didn't see..

"What did she do now?!"

"She was throwing her back out of place!" Sasha muffled out as she was stuffing her cheeks with a Hershey chocolate bar. She was also watching Hell's Kitchen on her tv, you could hear it.

"Daddy Jean aint need to hear all that.." you playfully spoke as you bit your lip at him. It was obvious he liked you, not to the point where he wanted a relationship though.. he's just a bit of a man whore.

Though everytime you mumble a 'Daddy Jean' , he's all for it. That's yo bitch.

After a bit of a pause of talking, Connie had picked up his phone and you were now cleaning the table that was in your room. The last time you were in this room, you didn't even have time to clean... Your father was screaming for you to hurry.

Let's explain, this weekend, you are visiting Hange, your mother . She missed you so she invited you to stay for a few days. Today is Friday so you have the whole weekend with her. She had planned Saturday and Sunday. Not to mention, Monday is a holiday so no school. 

"Hey guys... uh Armin and Eren having a party.. y'all comin?"

All while Sasha said yes, along with Jean.. you were still jamming to 2-pac spitting his shit. Your hand movements not going unseen by the three on your phone. So in result of not having a response from you, Connie screamed oh so suddenly which caused you to jump pretty high.

"What the Fuck is yo problem!? You bein held by gunpoint nigga?" Your voice showing 1% concern as you moved closer to the phone on your dresser and you stared into it.. quite surprised still.

"(Y/n)... you makin my hair fall out..." Connie spoke as he gave a sarcastic smile and... wow it was hard for everyone to suppress their laughter... your face would turn purple instead of red though..

"Ight~... watchu want?..."

"Eren-"

"Oooh, Eren.." you spoke in interest, your long eyelashes fluttering. This however made Jean and Connie 'throw up' at the same time. All while you rolled your (e/c) eyes.

"Yall do too much-.. and Jean, stay in yo game ight?.. befo I come through the screen and punch-"

"Eren havin a party.. are you going..?"

Tilting your head in slight disbelief that Connie interrupted you. Your eyes rolled as you looked to the side. Obviously leading them on, but at the same time they knew that Hange will let you go...

"Fine. But somebody pickin me up.. and Sasha cuz boo-boo can't drive worth a dime.."

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As much as you hated it, you sat uncomfortably in the dodge... Ugh... It's just something about you and dodge's. The cars radiate fuck boy energy, and guess who happened to be driving this car? Jean..

Though he let you sit in the passenger seat just because. Your eyes staring out the window as you messed with the stockings you had on. They were in a bit of a web, that was the design. You also had on a plaid skirt and this crop top with some white platforms. Oh you looked scrumptious.

The person who put this outfit together in the first place was Hange.

"Baby Jean, you need a new car... cuz-"

"It radiates Fuck boy energy.. you said it the first time you ever saw it... I know.." Jean pouted as he continued to drive to Eren's house. Who was shared with Armin. The two always lived together, some speculated that they were... sparkle sparkle.. gay.. but they aren't.. not that you would've minded.. it just would've been a bummer.

"(Y/n)... Didn't Your father take your car away...?"

Glaring back at Connie, who was wearing a white shirt with black pants and some timbs. You rolled your eyes and looked through your window again.

"Yeah but my car is a Mitsubishi.."

The neighborhood around these parts were quite pretty. Just like where you lived with your dad. But at the same time you were confused as to how Eren and Armin could afford such a place. The first thing popping in your mind being. Drug dealer and then you thought about what Sukihana said about dating them...

That's probably why Levi didn't want you around him... Yeah.. This whole senior year has been Levi making sure Eren doesn't sit beside you... nor have a project with you... It's like he barely existed at first. Though you always had these ways to talk to him. He's not even that bad.. he's quite the hottie and he knows what to say... he's just a flirt, and you edge him on every time...

"(Y/n)! Can you come with me to find the food?"

Snapping out of those thoughts of Eren, you didn't even realize Jean had already parked. A small 'mhm' coming from your throat as you opened the car door. Everyone else doing the same. Lord it was a bunch of people out here. People were outside and inside which was baffling honestly.

A soft hand touched your wrist and started to drag you towards the house door. It was Sasha, her mouth almost watering for something to eat. She told Eren to make sure there was extra cheese in the fridge for her. Hidden... and lo and behold when you both shimmied through the crowd, the cheese was in the fridge. Her eyes beaming as she grabbed some chips as started eating like it was her last meal, nothing out of the ordinary.

"This music actually hits..." you spoke out to nobody in particular as your hips started to move ever so gently. Though as nice as your body was, it looked more seductive than anything. Popping one of those chips into your mouth as your hips continued to wine ever so gently.

The looks you were getting, not only lustful but want... The way your long dreads just complimented your look had only made it worse. The second you decide to stop, it seemed like everyone stopped looking at you. In slight despair that you'd stopped. Though one individual in particular was continuing to stare...

His hand, wrapped around the cup as he'd sipped at the liquid inside. The black ring on his middle finger caused his hand to look hotter than it already was. He had these prominent veins that would just look so pretty on your brown skin...

"She likes you too..." the blonde that was a tad bit shorter spoke to his childhood friend, Eren.

"What makes you say that..." lord, somehow over all this music, and his low tone... you could still feel the vibration of Eren's voice. Just glancing from the kitchen as Eren was sitting on the couch in the living room. Leaning back like he owned the place... well he did.

Fine ass..

Giving him a bit of a stare, your glossy lips curved into a smirk as you glanced at him up and down. All before turning your attention back to your friend who was having the time of her life eating...

"So Sash.. what's up with you and Connie...? Yall gon date.. or-"

"(Y/n)!"

"My bad.. my bad.. I just wanted to know"

The party was a bit lively, more than anything since this is a longer weekend. So everyone was happy.. including you because they were playing your favs. So of course your body started to move again. That skirt of yours being a paid actress in helping you look more hot. Though, what you did not expect was someone coming up behind you...

Now that's nasty..

You whipped your head around about to give them an earful... though... you saw that smexy... face and you looked kinda shocked...

"Oh..." you choked out before turning your head again.. Eren's evil little smirk had caught you off guard. It boosted his confidence even more that you didn't feel the need to even move away from him. His hands slithering onto your full hips.

Man, he was really risking everything this time... considering your father is.. Levi...

This however was thrown out of the window because of the fact that you could feel Eren's... crotch against that thick form of yours. That little smirk on your face only widening as you started to gently rub against him, your back bending over somewhat.

His long brown hair then started to ever so gently fall in front of his face as his greenish eyes stared hard into your body. That harsh little grip on your waist made you feel all different types of high. Gawd.

"You like that huh...? I know.." your cute, but seductive voice made Eren chuckle just a tad. It causing you to almost choke on those words.. This man didn't need to TRY to be hot... he was already smexy.

His hands then started to travel up your body to your arms and he gently pulled you up towards him, your back against his scrumptious chest. All you could do was open your mouth a bit, quite surprised that he wanted to be this close with you.

"Eren... You a lil close... you needa tell me sum?"

The way you spoke, the way you carried yourself... it was new to Eren when he first met you.. but he got used to it real quick and he noticed he wanted something he never knew existed.. and that was you.

"Can't tell you here... but I can tell you in the bedroom..." Eren purred out, his voice smooth as a babies skin, smooth as butter. It caused you to tingle, the female between your legs wanting that more than anything.

Biting your glossy lips, the room started to become hotter than it already was. The people who were in the house started to pile out of the main and started to go outside. It was quite cold outside as well, but the party continues.

"Where the hell is (Y/n)..." Jean spoke to himself as he watched Connie and Sasha become drunks in two seconds. It was obvious he himself could not drink since he is the driving parent tonight.. but he now had nothing to do... he's just wondering where... you are..

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"S-..Shit Eren~..."

The (f/c) nails you had were now digging into Eren's muscular arms as his lips caressed your neck. The seductive kisses making dark marks on your brown, beautiful skin.

Your head being thrown back onto the soft black pillow as your pretty toes curled. Feeling Eren's slender fingers inside of your pussy. His intimidating green eyes watching your every expression, every move. Seeing that your crop top was already rolled up over your pretty chocolate mound breasts that were covered with your bra.

"E-Eren, s-stahp..." choking that out, you could hear the loud rip of your stockings when Eren moved his hand out of them. The wetness of your brown pussy lips being known pretty well when Eren's fingers slid your panties to the side.

"You don't want me to stop... huh...?"

"N-No.."

The electricity shocked through you when you watched Eren stare down into your eyes. Lust and want, all in them as his key necklace dangled in front of your face ever so gently.

His shirt immediately being discarded as he watched your pussy pulse from his fingers being pulled away from it. It was amazing to him how much you wanted him.. it was amazing... it ran something through him...

All you could see was his muscular frame, his hands to match as he easily tore through your bra. Watching the way your breasts fumbled out of the cups. He never seen a black woman's breasts before.. but it couldn't get any better than this though.. is what he thought.

"Daddy~... don't stare at em..." you pouted playfully before licking your glossy lips. Just running your fingers up Eren's arms as you eventually made your way up to his luscious hair. Running your fingers through the locks. Pulling him down ever so gently to finally get that kiss you wanted.

Eren's eyes glowed when he felt your soft lips, the lip gloss giving him this taste of lovely. His lips tasted of some sugar, kinda made you wonder what was in his cup before this.

The wetness of Eren's tongue touching yours as the both of you withered in this naughty, sloppy kiss. Something you both weren't supposed to do.... It was fun, crazy... scary..

"You act all bad outside of the bedroom huh... but you ain't ever have someone touch you..." Eren teased gently, in a whisper against your lips. His hand gripping your chin as he stared at your innocent looking face. Gently spitting all nastily into your mouth and you moaned out seductively. Swallowing it so easily..

"Show daddy you'll be able to take it..."

Eren's cock was so hard in his pants, it being unzipped by him and his underwear was now restricting his release. His eyes staring at your pretty pussy, the wet, pink insides were bright and untouched. Though his pale cock was eager to invade it.

"I-.. I can take it daddy..." your whimpers echoed In Eren's ears as he pushed his underwear down. Your knees being pushed to your chest as you felt Eren's stare. The plaid skirt you had was still on, so you tried to cover your pretty pussy with it.

"Stop... don't hide now.." Eren scoffed out as he gripped under your thighs, the underside of his cock rubbing up and down your wet and gooey pussy.

"Hold your legs... don't move.."

It was so demanding, your pussy clenching already as the wetness dripped down to your other hole. Your pretty, long nails visible to Eren as you held your legs as tightly as you could. Knowing Eren's cock was a monster. You could see it... right between your legs.. right between your brown pussy lips.. the contrast was unbelievable..

"F-Fuck!! Eren~~ ow~" the way your painted toes curled gave Eren a shiver of excitement. Your back arching ever so slightly as your virgin hole was taken away from you. Squeezing tightly around Eren's experienced cock.

"Shh.. it's Ight.. take it babydoll.." Eren's whisper was gentle and sincere as his thumb started to gently rub at your clit. Causing you to swallow your spit, though it spilled out. What also spilled out is your loud whimper. Your legs staying wide open for him as your hand slowly slid up his muscular structure.

"It's .. i-it's so big..."

Hearing these whimpers and words spill from your throat, Eren couldn't help but take his hand and wrap it around your throat. Causing your breath to be taken away oh so suddenly when Eren snapped his hips forward even more.

"Fuck!" Your moan could probably be heard outside as your breasts bounced from the impact. Eren's smirk wide as he felt the tightness of your insides. His necklace going back and forth ever so gently as his pelvis started to clap against you. The feeling was so foreign to you, having someone ram into you like this. But it was Eren... it wasn't just 'someone'..

Your (f/s) scent was powering against Eren's own scent. The feeling of Eren's cock was starting to really take a toll on you..

"A-Ahgh..."

Eren's cock was being enclosed so tightly, you just wet up his Dick so well.. he was starting to become obsessed.. more than he already was.

"Daddy's. little. pussy..." his deep voice echoed in your ears as he started to get a bit faster. Your breasts bouncing even more as Eren made sure that skirt was moved out the way. He wanted to make sure to see everything. His hand squeezing harder at your throat. It was keeping you firm against the bed, like a little fuck doll...

"I-it's your pussy Eren~"

Curling those pretty toes again, you could feel the bubbles in your lower region. The craziest orgasm you've ever experienced... just tip toeing to the tippy top. All you could muster was a pathetic whine. Your eyes watering up behind your long eyelashes.

"I'm-.. I'm cumming..." Your voice was so weak, it sounded like you were passing out almost. Just rolling your eyes back as the bed frame started to hit the wall. Your pussy gushing more than usual as the white cum started to coat Eren's cock a little.

"Shit... yeah~..." Eren growled under his breath, watching you come undone on his pale cock. Your thicker form was just so adorable, looking all bent up. Your locs scattered around ever so softly.

It was like he was fucking a goddess...

Eren was between harsh and soft, his manhandling ways were shown easily by the way he pulled out quickly and turned you over. Your plump ass shaking like jello as his cock easily slipped inside once again.. filling you up for the second time. God you just couldn't wait till you could feel his cum...

"Imma Fuck you till you turn dumb..." Eren spoke harshly as his long fingers gripped at some of your locs. Pulling them and wrapping them around his wrist somewhat. Gaining all control over you and your own body...

He wasn't playing either...

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Masterlist 2

#black reader #poc reader #smut #lemons #eren x black reader #eren x poc!reader #aot x black reader

[pansyslut]

my daisy

draco x reader

summary: draco falls in love with his pen pal and when she transfers to hogwarts he becomes even more infatuated than ever

warnings: smut towards the end (innocent kink, skirt kink, thigh riding, praise, spanking)

a/n: well some of you *cough cough* (@futuremrsfelton20 @ch0kemedracomalfoy @yellowsuitcase @fa-me) have been waiting for this and i really hope it’s to your liking. y’all’s comments and messages had me laughing so hard you don’t even know. if y’all want a less fluffy version i would happily oblige.

you had been lingering in dracos mind for quite some time now. over the past few months, you and draco had been writing letters to each other for your writing class. it was only supposed to last a month but both of you quickly became accustomed to writing to each other, always looking towards the window waiting for the next letter to arrive.

he had instantly become intrigued by you and everything you had to say. at the beginning, the letters were short and to the point, only really doing them to receive a grade. but later on, you started sending little things in the letters. pictures, flowers, small gifts.

three weeks into the letters, you decided to send a picture of yourself to him. he kept complaining about not being able to put the name to a face even though it was just his curiosity getting the best of him.

dear draco,

you have been pestering me about this for far too long and i’ve finally decided to give in. i promised you i wasn’t some old hag with warts all over my face and i hope i’m to your liking.

p.s. please don’t take that last part too seriously. merlin knows you don’t need another ego boost :)

fondly,

y/n

draco had starred at your picture much longer than he had liked to admit. you stand there in a small green plaid skirt, knitted matching green cardigan, with a white crop top underneath, and your hair pulled back with a slim headband. the picture shows you standing there with a radiant smile he couldn’t seem to get out of his head.

after immediately writing you back and giving you an array of compliments, he sends you back a picture as well. along with an enchanted white daisy.

my dearest daisy,

i wish i could tell you you looked like an ogre and throw a handful of insults at you but i would be lying to myself. thankfully, we aren’t talking in person so you didn’t have to see my starring at you in disbelief. to say the least, you are a sight for sore eyes. i would be lucky to ever be able to see you in person. i hope you like the flower. my mother sent it to me from her garden and it reminded me of you.

fondly,

draco

the thing you didn’t know, and what draco had decided was best to leave out, was that the flower was in fact from his mother’s enchanted garden but she sent it specifically for you. draco had told her about you and his mothers sent him the flower with a message saying- so you can woo the girl.

you held his picture in one hand and the flower in another. although you would like to say otherwise, the boy is beyond handsome. and charming as well even though you’d never admit that in your letters.

this goes on for months. you continue to write back and forth until your mother came to you with news saying you would be switching school for the second semester.

saying something along the lines of, “this school holds a hand full of fine young witches like yourself. this is for the best.”

you immediately thought of draco. he wouldn’t know where to write you and you would never hear from you again. quickly, you pull out your pen and paper to message him.

as soon as draco read your message he was filled with joy. he had a pit of anxiety bubbling up in his stomach and his head couldn’t help but run through ideas. what if she doesn’t like me? what if she’s disappointed and realizes she never knew the person she was messaging all along?

his mind was filled with these kind of thoughts for days. he had written you back saying that he attended that school but never recieved an answer. he assumed you were too busy packing or were already on your way.

it wasn’t until a week later while sitting in the dinning hall that he saw you. you walked in in your new uniform and was in awe. with the outfit similar to your picture, you had on a small plaid skirt and knee high socks and draco couldn’t help but have his mind filled with dirty images of you.

watching you walk to your table, you plop down next to a group of students and give them a warm smile. they immediately bombard you with questions and you answer them politely and make conversation. draco watched you across the room in facination. of course she’s all polite and sweet and looks like that.

deciding against talking to you, he scuries off to his room. scolding himself for being some shy boy when that is the total opposite of who he is. interrupting his thoughts, blaise and crabbe walk in talking amongst themselves.

“she’s a total babe, man. i hope she’s at that party tonight,” blaise says peaking dracos interests. if you were at this party then that would give draco an opportunity to talk to you without seeming like some love struck stalker.

after combing his hair back and trying to make himself look as presentable as possible, he makes his way to the party. trying not to immediately look for you, he decided to take a drink or two to help him calm down.

that drink or two turned into three or four and as he sits on the couch he realizes how much he accidentally drank. as the tipsy buzz washes over him he feels someone wrap a hand around his shoulder. “you look much more relaxed,” he hears someone whisper in his ear. looking up, he’s met with y/e/c eyes as you look down on him with a small smile on your face.

“daisy,” he whispers more to himself. plopping down onto the couch, you sit directly next to him enough to feel the warmth radiating from his body. “it’s good to finally see you dray.”

“it’s good to see you too. i cant believe you’re actually here,” he replies. after that your conversation flows smoothly. your banter was like no other and throughout the night you seemed to scooch closer to him as the hours pass. eventually ending up in his lap, you continue the conversation uneffected.

with his hands holding your thighs, he can’t help but look at your body infatuated. not only were you as sweet as you looked but you probably tasted just as sweet, he thought to himself. you babbled on about your classes and new friends you’ve made while totally blind to the fact of dracos hardness. his whole body was embarrassingly needy for you. and as the nights moves on and you both have more and more drinks, he tries his best to prepare himself to actually make a move on you.

ultimately, you ended up closer to him on his lap, almost directly onto his growing buldge. caressing your thigh all nights, you’ve grown impatient. leaning down to his ear and pressing your chest suggestively on his, “when are you going to take the hint and fuck me,” you ask looking down at him with an innocent look on your face.

“you little vixen... and to think i thought you were all sweet and pure.” you smile down at him as his hands cup your ass pulling you down onto him more. he imitates your previous actions, pressing his lips to your ear, “why don’t we go back to my room, daisy?”

nodding your head, he hoists you up and carries you all the way back to his room. while he holds you, you press your center directly on top of his and grind yourself against him, thanking that because of the late hour no one was out of their rooms. kissing up and down his neck, occasionally biting or sucking his ear, you were too caught up with yourself to notice you now stood in the common room.

he sits on the sofa while you continue to grind in his lap. he groans softly, “you have no idea how much i’ve thought about doing this to you.” you did have an idea. because you had been thinking the exact same thing for over a month.

placing you on one of his thighs, he slides his hands up your skirt. “ride my thigh baby,” he says in your ear. he didn’t have to tell you twice before you started moving your hips on his thigh as he starts to bounce it. trying to get more and more pressure on your clit, you can’t help but let out a breathy moan and totally forgetting that you are basically in a public place.

while bouncing his thigh, he sporadically sends slaps to your ass in encouragement. “look at my innocent daisy getting herself off at the thought of me,” he says teasingly. his words sending you over the edge, you come all over his thigh, moaning in his ear. with your head now laying in the crook of his neck, “y/n i can say confidently that that is the hottest thing i have ever seen.”

“do you think you can take more?” he asks while kissing the side of your forehead. nodding, he hoists you up once more and leans you over a table. flipping your skirt up, he takes in the sight of you and licks his lips. “merlin y/n you’re wet.”

greedily pushing your ass against his cock, you moan impatiently. “draco i need you,” you admit sheepishly. “you need me to what, darling? use your words,” he says trying to egg you on. “i need you to fuck me,” you reply breathlessly.

that was all he needed to hear before plunging into you. he had had this fantasy play in his mind too many times to count and now here you are, bent over a desk displaying your ass to him with that tiny skirt of yours.

taking ahold of your hair, he pounds into you again and again. slapping your ass, he watches your cheeks turn tomato red with his handprint forming. both of your moans had grown uncontrollable as you scream each other’s names.

he pulls you up by your hair and smashes his lips on yours. “you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting to do that,” he admits, leaning his forehead on yours.

taking your hand, he leads you back to his room and begins to undress you. this time, his actions were soft and domestic rather than sexual. leaving you in your bra and panties, he shoves one of his tshirts over your head and holds you by your waist, dragging you to his bed.

he holds you in his arms while your breathing synchronizes. huffing, “y/n i don’t want you to think that i only want you for your body or- or that sex is all that this is. i want more. you’ve meant more than that for months, daisy.”

you look up at him and meet his grey eyes in the darkness. scooting up closer to him and laying your head in his neck you whisper, “i want that too.”

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[letssingintherain]

empty dreams ➵ d.m.

you accidentally slip in draco’s bed instead of your boyfriend’s for some cuddles. 

pairing: draco malfoy x y/n (slytherin) x blaise zabini 

summary: draco has had a soft spot for you since year 3 but has to conceal it because his best mate starts dating you. it becomes harder to deal with after a heart-fluttering instance, making draco’s life quite a bit more miserable. 

contains: 3.5k words of angst and draco being a simp. NO cheating!! set in year 6 with no voldy. :)

song recs: dancing on my own - calum scott, hold me while you wait - lewis capaldi, somebody else - the 1975 (i listened to these songs and a few others for inspo)

Draco was terribly in love with his best mate’s girlfriend and it irritated him to no end. 

The infatuation started long before Blaise asked Y/N out, and to be honest, Draco had no clue exactly when it started. All he knew was that during his third year he began taking notice of the way your eyes sparkled with mirth, the way your hair caught the sunlight, the way your dimples lingered on your face after hearing a witty remark, and the way you showed selfless concern for everyone without being afraid to speak your mind. After that, he found it hard to focus on anything else but the beat of his pounding heart when you were talking to him. 

Draco never made a move because he was scared of losing your friendship. Y/N, Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Daphne, Theodore, along with Crabbe and Goyle were the most tight-knit friend group in Slytherin. So it was easy for Draco to use the excuse of “keeping the friend group intact” and avoid ever confronting his feelings about you. Unfortunately for Draco, Blaise didn’t share the same sentiment and asked Y/N on a date to Hogsmeade a few weeks ago.  

~

You were chattering with Daphne and Pansy in the common room about the absurdity of the latest “Quibbler” when you heard someone approach you three. 

“Hey ladies, mind if I borrow Y/N for a moment?” Blaise flashed a charismatic smile at the trio and extended his arm to Y/N. You glance at the girls in surprise before taking Blaise’s hand. 

“No, not at all!” Daphne and Pansy share knowing looks while giggling. 

Feeling quite out of the loop, you follow Blaise outside of the common room, not sure what to expect. 

He gently let go of your hand once you two reached an empty hallway. Blaise turned around to face you and took a deep breath. 

“So I’ve been wanting to tell you for some time now..I find you very attractive,” He said these words slowly while observing your reaction. “I’d love to get to know you more and take you on a date to Hogsmeade, if you’re okay with that?” 

Your were shocked by his proposal because you had never imagined Blaise Zabini to have feelings for you. You knew how many girls would wait nervously outside his classes hoping to catch a glimpse of him. You and your friends would even roll your eyes at the sight and tease Blaise about having a “fan club”. 

After getting over the shock, you looked at Blaise and thought about his words seriously. “Blaise is really attractive,” you noted the way his jumper with rolled up sleeves perfectly fit his body. “And I do always have a good time with him,” you added on after thinking of his sly humor and good-natured personality. 

“I’d be honored.”

~

Draco winced at the memory of the start of you and Blaise’s relationship. He worried that Blaise would follow his old pattern of dating girls just to dump them a few weeks later, but everyone else in the group assured him that he was overthinking. He had congratulated Blaise with a forced smile and a pat on the back while fuming inside. He couldn’t exactly blame Blaise though, it’s not like he confided to Blaise about his crush on you. 

Which is the reason why Draco is currently doing his best to remain focused on Professor Snape’s drawling voice and not look at you whispering to Blaise from the corner of his eyes. 

Blaise looked as charming as ever in his signature look—a dark green jumper with rolled up sleeves over a collared shirt, with his Slytherin tie poking out slightly. You looked like a princess with your flowing [y/h/c] hair and the green headband nestled snugly on the top of your head. You ditched the jumper and were just wearing a collared shirt with a Slytherin tie along with the normal green plaid skirt and knee-high socks. 

The sight of you two looking so attractive together made Draco feel cold and glum inside. And it didn’t help that the classroom was actually chilly and gloomy.

“You’d think they’d be able to at least afford some bloody heat lamps in this place, but I guess not.” Draco mumbled to himself in annoyance while blowing on his hands and rubbing them together. He was wearing the normal Slytherin uniform complete with a long cloak, but with a few special touches that displayed his status. He had a small snake enamel pinned on his tie that complimented the snake signet ring he always kept on his right ring finger. 

Most of the students at least made the effort to seem like they were focused on the greasy-haired professor, unlike you and Blaise. Snape finally noticed this and focused his eyes on you two. 

“Today we will be attempting to make the Elixir of Euphoria to practice for your NEWT level exams. It is a highly advanced potion so I suggest all of you give it your full attention.” Snape waved his cloak dramatically and glared at Y/N and Blaise. 

“I am talking about you two, Miss. Y/L/N and Mr. Zabini. Or is whatever you’re so feverishly discussing more urgent?” Snape’s comment earned a scoff from Draco while the whole class looked back at the couple. 

“No, professor. Sorry.” You and Blaise grinned sheepishly and moved slightly apart, eyes gleaming when you exchanged glances. 

It physically pained Draco to see you two act so close. He wished that he could be the one to bring a smile to your face, to shower you with affection, and to spoil you endlessly with his wealth. And he wished you could be his person to comfort him when he felt down, to run your hands through his silky platinum hair, and to assure him that he was enough and everything was okay. 

But these were all delusions, and all he could presently do was sulk and twirl his ring while he fixed his gaze to the front of the room. 

Snape huffed and turned around to stand behind his desk. He tapped his cauldron two times with his wand, filling it up with a glowing yellow substance that resembled sunlight. 

“Your instructions are on the board along with some tips, and your ingredient list is in your textbook.” Snape flicked his wand at the blackboard, revealing intricate steps in tiny font that filled up the entire board. The class groaned at the sight and reluctantly opened their dusty books. 

Daphne worked with Pansy, Crabbe paired up with Goyle, and of course you partnered up with Blaise, which left Theodore unlucky enough to face Draco’s wrath. 

Theodore slipped in the seat beside Draco and slapped him on his shoulder.

“I really hope you know what you’re doing, because I bloody well don’t.” Theodore chuckled, hands crossed behind his head while leaning back in the chair. 

“Of course you don’t. Just try not to get in the way, yeah?” Draco snapped impatiently and squinted to read the board. 

“Sounds perfect to me,” Theodore dismissed Draco’s attitude for his usual cynicism. He absentmindedly looked around in the classroom, eventually spotting you and Blaise. 

“Oi, Y/N and Blaise are snogging!” He pointed out, entertained by the sight of some of his closest friends kissing. 

Draco smashed the shrivelfig to a fine powder before realizing that he meant to only chop it. He cursed under his breath and reached for a new one. 

Theodore noticed Draco’s strange temper and remarked, “What’d the shrivelfig do to you, mate?” Draco glared at him, causing Theodore to raise his hands in defeat and back away from the cutting board. 

Draco couldn’t resist peeking at you two and immediately regretted it after he confirmed you two were indeed getting cozy. He sneered in distaste before feeling his heart ache painfully. Draco tried to ignore the ache as best as he could and resolved to focus on his potion. 

...

“Let’s see if any of you possess the talent of a potion-brewer.” 

Potions class was finally coming to an end, and Snape wandered around to check everyone’s results. Only a few cauldrons resembled the desired bright yellow color and Draco’s was sadly not one of them. Draco and Theodore stared at their dark orange concoction while exchanging grimaces. 

“You may try a sip of your elixir. It should induce silly giggles and an overall mood-boost.” Snape observed you and Blaise’s sunshine-yellow potion, showing silent signs of approval as he glided away. 

Draco scowled at the sight and downed a whole bottle of his own potion out of pure spite. After a few moments of regret and apprehension, his nose started to bleed profusely. 

“Ahh, what’d you do that for?” Theodore hastily handed a towel to Draco, who groaned and leaned his head back to slow down the flow. 

“Nothin’...thought it’d be safe.” Draco’s voice became nasally due to the blood spouting from his nose. 

“Mr. Malfoy, please see Madam Pomfrey before you bleed out in my class.” Snape glanced down at Theodore and Draco, tilting his head at the door. 

“Yes, sir.” Draco muttered while covering his nose with a towel, passing by you and Blaise on the way out. 

“Hey, Draco’s got a bloody nose!” Blaise pointed out in amusement while you giggle next to him. Normally Draco would respond with a witty jab, but he really wasn’t in the mood to do so. 

“Shove off, Blaise,” Draco spat in a hostile manner, feeling ashamed at his disposition. He proceeded to hurriedly exit the room, leaving you and Blaise confused.  

“Maybe his elixir had the opposite effect?” Blaise shrugged it off. 

...

It was night-time and Draco had visited Madam Pomfrey’s three times to no avail. 

“I’ve told you this already but I’ll repeat myself once more, Mr. Malfoy. You’re just going to have to let it bleed out by itself.” She passed him several blood-replenishing potions to drink over the course of the night. 

“What’s the use of a healer if they advise you to bleed out?” Draco thought in annoyance before accepting the potions. 

Blaise offered Draco to switch beds to be closer to the bathroom, in case he were to keep bleeding throughout the night. Draco accepted begrudgingly, annoyed at how his feelings for you made it difficult for him to fully appreciate Blaise’s kind actions. 

Though he knew it wasn’t Blaise’s fault, Draco couldn’t help but be bitter towards his best mate.

“It must be the jealousy,” Draco admitted sullenly while laying on Blaise’s bed, observing how he was facing the windows of the Black Lake instead of his usual position of lying next to them. 

The lake lapped at the windows soothingly, giving the dorm room a dappled green glow. The room had several mahogany four-poster beds and was decorated lavishly thanks to the generous donations by Slytherin alumni. Draco was the only one in the room so it was filled with a peaceful silence that implored sleep.  

Draco’s sleepy haze caused his mind to unconsciously drift to images of you and Blaise. How you two would hold hands while walking to class, jokingly feed each other food in the Great Hall, and even kiss during Potions. He irritatedly turned over, forcing himself to focus on anything else. 

After listening to to the waves of the lake for a few more minutes, he couldn’t help but give in to the pull of sleep. 

“Stop it!” Y/N flustered and pushed his chest. “It’s a common mistake.” 

Draco chuckled and held your wrist. He pulled you closer to him and took advantage of his towering height over you by tilting your chin up. 

“Don’t worry, darling. I found it quite endearing.” He smirked at the blush in your cheeks. He reached down to wrap his hands over your waist, feeling your hards cross over his neck. 

Draco indulged in the smell of your hair, taking in the clean notes of your perfume. He hugged you tighter, not wanting to pull apart. 

Draco was waken up from his dream by the sound of a yelp and opened his eyes groggily. To his surprise, he met the [y/e/c] eyes of Y/N, who seemed even more taken aback than him. 

Draco immediately backed away, bewildered at how this happened. 

“Draco! Why are you in Blaise’s bed?” Your eyes were wide open and Draco inappropriately noted how they were even more beautiful close up. You slid off the bed before turning around to face Draco with your arms crossed. You were still clad in your normal uniform while he was in a loose white tee and gray sweatpants. 

“He switched with me so I can get to the bathroom quicker because my nose keeps bleeding.” After saying this, he felt blood rush to his head that was undoubtedly about to come out of his nose. Draco sat up on the bed, feigning ease in the hope that it was an illusion. 

“Why’d you pull me closer then?” You asked curiously, embarrassed that you accidentally climbed in bed with the platinum blonde boy. 

“I don’t know, it was a dream, Y/N! Why would I push someone away in a dream?” Draco threw his hands up exasperatedly, also embarrassed that he unknowingly cuddled you. 

You felt your lips curve upward, finding the situation humorous. Draco saw this and started grinning too. To his horror, blood began spurting out of his nose, making him rush to the bathroom. Y/N followed him closely, both worried and curious at his infliction. 

After reaching the sink and letting the blood out, Draco exhaled in relief. He turned to his side and looked into your eyes, suddenly resisting the urge to laugh. You looked so cute looking up at him with wide-eyed concern. You meet his eyes with a grin and you two finally laughed freely at the ridiculousness of the whole situation. 

“I’m sorry that I made you uncomfortable, Y/N. I’ll be more careful next time I switch beds with Blaise.” Draco teased while playfully nudging your shoulder. 

You shifted your weight on your feet and shook your head, “No, it was my fault too. I should’ve checked the hair color before getting in bed.” You reached up to ruffle Draco’s fluffy white-blonde hair amusedly. 

Draco felt his heart involuntarily skip a beat at the sudden contact and shifted away from Y/N. He cursed himself internally for showing signs of his infatuation and couldn’t bring himself to make a response. 

“Um...You wouldn’t happen to know where Blaise is right?” Y/N broke the silence, perplexed at the sudden awkwardness. 

Draco tensed at the mention of Blaise. 

“No.” He replied coldly before walking back into the room without making eye contact with you. He sat on the edge of the bed, deliberately gazing towards the windows of the lake and nowhere else. 

You were puzzled at the sudden coldness but didn’t dwell on it, assuming he was moody because of his pesky predicament. 

“Alright, I’m gonna go find him.” You tentatively walked to the door of the dorm. “Feel better, Draco!” You gave him a small smile before leaving the room and closing the door with a soft click.  

Draco waved slightly, not wanting to reveal any more emotions. After making sure you had left, he threw himself on the bed frustratedly. It didn’t help his obsession that he felt the emptiness of the bed more clearly now. It also didn’t help that he has a memory of your eyes close up. It definitely didn’t help that he remembered the scent of your perfume. 

He sighed before turning over, silently vowing to let go of his feelings for you, both for his sake and Blaise’s. His vows were greeted by the silence of the dorm, quiet except for the gentle lapping of the lake. 

He didn’t think it was possible, but the ache in his heart grew. 

“It’s got to get worse before it gets better, right?” Draco sighed once more, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

...

Months go by, and Draco was proud at how he successfully suppressed his feelings. You no longer took up the majority of his thoughts and he could finally return to being his snarky self with Blaise. 

Draco hung out with the group as if nothing was wrong, and no one seemed to notice anything different. The group maintained the old dynamic of sarcasm and witty humor, reflecting Draco’s wish of “keeping the friend group intact”. 

He was strolling around with his buddies in his usual air of haughtiness when he noticed Pansy and Daphne quietly whispering about you in the corner of a hallway. 

“...Can’t believe Blaise said that..Poor Y/N...” They sighed, clearly worried about what happened to you.  

Draco’s felt a familiar tightening in his heart he thought he got rid of. He ditched his other friends and walked towards the two, apprehensive to learn about what happened.  

“What’d he do?” Draco demanded, his imperative demeanor taking Pansy and Daphne by surprise. 

“I’m not sure if she’d want us to tell anyone yet.” Daphne hesitated, unsure of what to say. 

When Draco realized they weren’t going to give up any clues he scowled and strode off, deciding to ask you himself. 

He walked briskly in the stone hallways of the castle, thinking of places you could be. He knew you loved the stars, but it was still bright outside, so there was no reason for you to be in the Astronomy Tower. He knew you loved the serene setting of the Black Lake, but it was bound to be infested with underclassmen on a sunny day like this, which you wouldn’t like. He realized you must be in the garden, recalling the way you always looked at the flowers in adoration.

He picked up his pace and walked swiftly in the direction of the garden. His thoughts made him restless on the way there, “What could Blaise have done?” 

He added another thought hastily, “What can I do without crossing a line?” 

He spotted you in the garden before he figured out the answer to his question. 

Draco watched as you sat on a stone ledge directly facing the wisteria flowers. The flowers were not yet in full bloom, so the tree was scattered unevenly with buds and flowers. You distractedly dangled your legs in the air and flourished your wand to enchant flower buds to grow towards you. Your eyes were glossy and your face was tear-stained, but Draco thought he had never seen you look more ethereal. 

He reached you in time to see your charm work too ambitiously, making the flowers blossom and wilt in mere seconds. You started to break into tears, hugging your body close. Draco slowly approached you, but you were too busy crying to notice. 

“Hey.” Draco said hesitantly. 

“Oh! Hi, Draco.” You wiped your eyes furiously and looked up at him. You gave a tiny smile that looked more like a grimace. 

The sight of you being so sad made Draco miserable as well, feeling the tug at his heartstrings. 

“What happened?” Draco asked in an empathetic tone and took a seat next to you on the ledge, making sure to give you ample space. 

“Blaise..broke up with me. He said he just wants to be friends. How could he say that after months?” You said bitterly, tears sliding down your face.

Draco noticed the drops of water gliding down your face and had to use all his willpower to refrain from wiping away your tears. He hated that a guy made you feel like this, especially because it was his best friend. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Draco awkwardly reached out to rub your shoulder in soft circles. 

You leaned against his hand on your shoulder, sniffling quietly. 

You two stay like this for a while, before Y/N scooted closer to Draco, burying your head in his chest and clutching his white dress shirt while emitting muffled sobs. 

Draco’s heart broke at the sight, holding you closer to comfort you. He secretly cursed Blaise out before feeling guilty. He felt like an accomplice as he watched you let your pain out. 

How did he let you get hurt? 

You cried some more before looking up at Draco with teary eyes. 

“I’m sorry for ruining your shirt.” You smiled in an embarrassed manner and moved away from him. He noticed how your lashes were slick with tears and how your nose and cheeks were rosy from crying. He felt his heart rate quicken after glancing at your swollen lips, and quickly averted his eyes before blushing slightly. 

“Don’t worry about it.” Draco shrugged nonchalantly. You two look at the wisteria trees, feeling the breeze flow through both of your hair. Draco understood why you liked this spot, it was quiet and came with a stunning view of the trees and flowers. It was a beautiful day out, sunny with some clouds floating lazily. You both bask in comfortable silence. 

“I just feel...hollow? Like I'm missing a part of myself,” You confessed eventually, wearily twisting around to look at Draco.  

He nodded knowingly, very familiar with the empty feeling you were describing. He turned to make eye contact with your wounded eyes, feeling just as much heartbreak and pain as you did. 

Even though Draco hated seeing you with Blaise, he couldn’t help but feel like he hated seeing you heartbroken even more. 

a/n: this is the first fic i’ve ever written, so i feel quite nervous publishing it. if you read this far, i appreciate you so so much <33. i’m thinking of writing a sequel to this with more fluff and possibly more focus on y/n’s perspective, so let me know your thoughts! :) 

edit!: hi lovelies, i’ve decided to write more parts to this fic! thanks for all the love and lmk if you want to be tagged <3    [read pt.2 here]

(also, i know slughorn should be the potions professor during their sixth year but i just felt like snape fit the story a bit more!)

-k.z.

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[glossywife]

After He Lost Everything [E] | Kaede Manyuda

Word Count: 3300+

Rating: Explicit (vaginal sex, photo taking)

A/N: Originally posted on AO3 last July 2020. Like or reblog if you liked it! Requests open!

Summary:  After Kaede lost everything, he thought he'd lose you too. However, you prove him wrong and he repays you in a different way.

01 ; 02 (soon)

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You sat on your fiancé's lap, your arms around his neck while his hand rested on your exposed thigh because of the shortness of your uniform.

Kaede's hair had turned white after he gambled with Yumeko Jabami, a girl whose name has been mentioned here and there since she came. You've never met her though, mainly because you've also just gotten back from a vacation from Paris—a trip you asked Kaede to come with you but obliged because of his student council responsibilities. Sometimes, the council irked you because it took too much of Kaede's time, but you thought it was hot anyway that he led the students.

The stares of Kaede's classmates were nothing to you by now as some watched both of you lose appropriate space for each other in the classroom during lunch break. You were immune to it. Besides, the stares were only from new students who didn't know who you were and found your actions with Kaede rather inappropriate. You'll never admit it, but sometimes, you like it when they stare. It makes you push yourself more to Kaede, testing how much they can watch. The older students knew to mind their own business. Otherwise, you'd challenge them to a gamble. All of which resulted in their loss and ended up being a house pet, your house pet.

"What are you thinking?" you whispered into his ear seductively while you led his hand up your skirt. It was for this reason you didn't bother wearing like some of the other girls.

Kaede shook his head, obviously out of himself, "Aren't you ashamed?"

You stopped with your advances and paused for a short moment, "Of what?"

"Of me. I lost a gamble, and I even became a house pet. Thanks to you I was able to pay off the debt."

There was an obvious defeat in Kaede's face that you weren't used to seeing. You had always seen Kaede in his usual confident stance. His moves were always calculated that he wasn't afraid of anything. And you loved that about him. But today was different. No. It was since you returned and was surprised to see how his hair changed while he welcomed you back from the airport. He looked shaken, lost, and forlorn that not even a quickie in the airport bathroom did so much to uplift his spirits.

A mischievous smile escaped your lips, "Don't worry," you traced his clothed chest, "You can pay me back with something else. Come to my house later?"

You meant to tease him, but when his eyes met yours, you found that it actually made him a little more nervous. He sighed, "Does your father know? What if he breaks off our engagement?"

The smile washed off from your lips. This time, you felt his sadness. Kaede really lost himself.

"Babe," you said firmly while you caressed his cheek. "No one's going to break off our engagement, okay? Don't worry."

At first, you never meant to go along with your father's wish to be engaged with someone you didn't know. You only planned to come along and pretend you were going to obey. But once you saw who it was, and how you were turned on from how he brought himself up—confident, calculating, smart, and mesmerizing. Your plans changed and you agreed to become his bride. Besides, the sex was good.

You never asked, but you had a feeling that Kaede had planned the same too until both of you had feelings for each other.

Kaede, finally, smiled though it was a weak one. He looked relieved by your answer. For once, he was thankful that you didn't leave his side after he had lost everything.

Suddenly, the bell rang, signaling the start of classes.

You groaned in his lap, pouting. Kaede chuckled at you. From his peripheral, Kaede caught a glimpse of Ryuunosuke, who was looking at the both of you silently.

Kaede noted that Ryuunosuke had been trying to get your attention. He guessed that Ryuunosuke was probably going to try to hit on you after he fell rock bottom. Unfortunately for Ryuunosuke, you didn't leave him. And so, Ryuunosuke had nothing else to do but to watch you as you sat on Kaede's lap shamelessly in the classroom with all the other students. How he wished it was him.

There was an inexplicable emotion building inside Kaede. It annoyed him how someone looked at his girl far too long. To think that the guy even liked her. To Kaede, only he is allowed to look at her like that, like stripping her off of her clothes. And he thought of an idea.

You were about to stand up from Kaede's lap to go back to your respective classroom, but it shocked you when he held you down, stopping you. And it shocked you more when he kissed you, shamelessly and aggressively, forcing his tongue inside your mouth.

Though you were used to being inappropriate with Kaede, Kaede never once initiated anything other than a quick kiss on the lips in public. At the back of your mind, you questioned whether you should be doing this, but it turned you on more than it should.

You closed your eyes and reciprocated his wet kisses.

Kaede took a guilty peek. He was greeted by your closed eyes, then he looked over at Ryuunosuke, who quickly averted his gaze when it met Kaede's, with red ears.

During the ride to your house, you almost couldn't take your hands off of Kaede. You just wanted to suck his dick. Be sorry after what had happened to him. Be his cum dump and turn all his frustrations to you.

"What's gotten into you?" you asked and you couldn't push back your smile as he laced his fingers on yours.

Kaede's eyes were straight on the road. He placed a peck on your hand that held his while the other was on the steering wheel.

"Nothing," there was a ghost smile on his lips.

You didn't like how he had been acting sad lately. But it reminded you how Kaede seemed to be more laid back after he lost. What you didn't know was it's because of you, how you didn't leave, or judge him. And thankfully, how you had paid off his debts before anyone even touched him as a house pet.

You watched him silently with a grin and your heart melted. It was all you could ever ask for.

Then your phone beeped, signaling a message. You turned to your pocket to get it, not removing your hand on Kaede's.

With one hand, you typed in your passcode, revealing your wallpaper of your trip with Kaede to Times Square. The memory brought a smile to your face.

In the picture, Kaede had his arms wrapped around you with a grin that reached his eyes under his glasses, making it look chinky. He wore a green parka over a black turtleneck and denim pants. On the other hand, you held Kaede's hands around you with the same smile, wearing a spaghetti-strapped blue plaid dress. The two of you looked so radiant among the busy, dull crowd from behind.

You noted how Kaede hated the crowd. He even made remarks here and there. But when you spontaneously asked a native to snap a photo of you with your boyfriend, it didn't seem to translate into the picture because he looked so happy. Besides, it was one of the rare moments you were able to force Kaede on a trip with you because of his role in the council. Kaede was the prime example of always working, always doing something. Sometimes, you hated it really.

Nearly everyone would define Kaede as someone who only smiled when something goes his way, but with you, it was different. It was genuine. That made you smile.

Unknown Number :

Hi, (Y/N). I got your number from Runa. I was wondering if you could meet me tomorrow after school? This is Ryuunosuke btw.

The message made your eyebrows furrow, ' Who's Ryuunosuke?'

"Who is it?" Kaede gave you a short glance before he quickly turned his attention on the road again.

You shrugged, "I don't know."

Without replying, you put your phone back in your pocket, then placed a quick peck on Kaede's hand on yours.

Only the sound of your make out session with Kaede filled your big room, while you both lay on your soft, white sheets.

Kaede's blazer had been discarded and his tie was loose, while you were only in your shirt skirt and your blouse's first buttons were opened, showing your cleavage.

You looked so sexy on top Kaede as you led the kiss. His hands continuously traveled to your exposed thighs and then rested on your ass. Slowly, his fingers reached for your panties, feeling the wetness of the material, making you moan against his mouth. Kaede grinned at that.

You broke the kiss, sitting on top of Kaede's dick, feeling his hardness while you slowly rubbed yourself on him. You bit your lip to tease him as you threw your head back and closed your eyes.

Though sex wasn't new to the both of you, Kaede couldn't help but be mesmerized by your beauty and your gorgeous body. He reached for his phone on the bed, snapping a photo of you. The sound made you open your eyes.

"Should I pose for you, babe?"

Kaede's erection grew harder. He was thrilled to have another set of photos in his unending collection of your lewd photos both you sent and he took. Kaede's had a lot of photos of you but never in your uniform. Thinking of having your photo in the uniform excited him.

You positioned yourself in the bed on all fours, your ass facing the end, and turning your upper body a little to the side so that your head would still be seen. You arched your ass up and your back was a reversed 'C.'

Kaede snapped a photo, then he went near you to lift your skirt, showing your white lace panties and quickly rubbing your pussy before he backed away to snap another photo. Kaede smiled when he checked it to see you sticking your tongue out in a lewd manner.

"Is that good enough for you?" you asked while you slowly crawled his way.

"Hmm," Kaede reached for the buttons of your blows before tearing it apart, showing your breasts covered with matching lace brassiere.

Once you were on the bed, kneeling before him, he caressed your face and stuck his thumb in your mouth. You gladly sucked on it, never breaking your stare into his eyes even as he took another photo of you in the position.

Kaede made you pose more, each one being so embarrassing but it made you feel wetter. You were happy you were of good service to him while you were on all fours and had your face on the bed and your ass high up. While he took photos, you wondered when he's going to fuck you.

Finally, he let you sit on his lap, feeling his bulge against your thin cloth. He caressed your breast with one hand while the other caressed your thigh.

"You know why I like our uniform on you?" he breathed into your neck. "Because the shortness of the skirt makes me peek at your thighs," he pressed your thigh hard it left red marks.

"But sometimes it annoys me that some boys can see it too," he continued. "But whenever you go push yourself to me at school, it fades away because they know who's fucking you at the end of the day."

His dirty talks turned you on.

"You know I'm yours," you whispered.

"I know," he only put your panties to the side and inserted one finger, slowly and gently. "I'm the only one who gets to do this to this pussy."

"It's so wet. You're welcoming all of me," he inserted another finger.

The sensation made you bite your lip and your hand reached for Kaede's nape from behind you while you had your back on him.

You moaned in pleasure, "When are you going to fuck me?"

Kaede hissed, his hand found your tits and squeezed it harshly, making you yelp.

"You're fucking nasty," he whispered against your ear while he took out your breasts and played with your erect nipples.

Kaede tore your blouse, the buttons flying off, then yanking it completely away. You were only left with your brassiere that no longer covered your tits and skirt.

He pushed you to the center of the bed. You watched him as he removed his belt, the sight turned you on. He was finally going to fuck you.

You remember the first time Kaede first took your innocence. You lost to him in a gamble and he wished you to sit on his lap, which you did and ended up in a steamy make out session and losing your virginity. From then on, when Kaede gambles, you would tag along with him when you're bored and sit on his lap, feeling his erection while he gambled with a sinister expression on his face as he crushed his opponent. Afterward, you'd suck him off in the restroom. Though he looked so respectable and composed, he couldn't take his hands off you.

Once Kaede removed his pants, leaving him with only his unbuttoned shirt, and putting on a condom from your bedside, he joined you in the bed, positioning his erection on your wet pussy.

He only pulled your panties to the side and thrust. It was slow and gentle. Though you wanted to be fucked hard because of how much you missed him, you couldn't deny that you also loved how you felt the sensation more while he did it slowly.

Your tits softly bounced in his thrusts. Kaede's one hand rested on the bed for support while the other fondled your breast.

"Fuck, you're tight..." he grunted. ”No matter how much I fuck you. Ah..."

Kaede's hand from your breast found its way to your mouth, pulling your tongue. You stuck your tongue out like what he wanted. He watched you, legs wide open, tongue and tits out, while he fucked you. You looked like a slut to him, and you loved that.

Soon enough, Kaede groaned. He closed his eyes and quickly removed his dick from your pussy right after you came. He removed the condom and positioned his dick between your tits, asking for a boob job.

"I'm close, fuck..."

You gave him a boob job, every thrust meeting your mouth until he stuck his dick in your mouth and cum erupting in your mouth.

He watched as you opened your mouth to reveal the thickness of his cum. Then, you swallowed it all. Kaede looked pleased.

Kaede lied beside you and pulled the comforter to both your bodies, then pulled you closer.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," you smiled.

When you awoke, you noticed that Kaede was no longer beside you. Instead, you found him sitting on his side of the bed with your phone in his hand. He now wore a grey shirt and black boxers, which he got from his small side of your walk-in closet. Kaede would often sleepover and both of you agreed that he would keep some clothes in your house and vice versa. He was silent as he scrolled through your phone.

"Babe?" you called.

Kaede shot you a glance and showed you the messages on your phone like what you received earlier, "Since when are you receiving messages like this?"

You sat down on the bed while you hold the comforter to your body, "I'm not sure."

"It's when I fell from my position."

There was that same sadness in his voice again, the one you wanted to wipe off. You moved to his side and gave him a hug. "Don't think about it."

His eyebrows furrowed, "How can I not think about it? What if they take you from me, (Y/N)?"

"No one's taking me away. I'm all yours no matter what. Besides, we still have our investments, right? I checked."

When you and Kaede took your relationship seriously, both of you made joint investments. It was only a backup plan and one of the future sources of funds when the two of you decided to settle down.

"Hn," he touched your hands around his waist. "I won't touch it. It's ours. Not mine alone."

You smiled at his answer and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I love you."

Your fingers brushed his white hair, "I think I'm liking the hair. Can you keep it?"

Kaede looked at you, a little embarrassed and relieved at the same time, "Should I? It's kind of embarrassing."

"It's not embarrassing! I like it actually," you kissed his forehead.

Kaede smiled, his palm found your bareback, stroking it. "Your skin is so soft."

"I keep it that way for my boyfriend," you smirked smugly.

"Fiancé, you mean," he corrected to which you laughed.

"Fiancé."

Soon enough, he started kissing you again, slowly lying you back down on the bed.

"Do you think you can fuck me like the usual? I miss you going rough on me," you asked when he broke away.

Kaede's expression changed to a menacing one, his eyes darkened and he suddenly choked you, "You want this?"

You stuck your tongue out in pleasure, "Yes!" you loved how he took advantage of you.

"Open your legs wide."

You obediently opened your legs wide, shamelessly flaunting your pink pussy lips to your fiancé. Kaede fingered you, inserting three fingers, making you moan. You feel the wetness of your pussy drip to your thigh until you felt his tongue on your vagina, licking and sucking. You pulled on his hair as you moaned. While he ate you, you massaged your tits.

The second time you came, Kaede slapped your ass to signal you to go on all fours. Once you did, he spanked your ass, you felt the skin jiggle at the contact. You shook your ass more, making sure to have your vagina in his sight too.

He positioned himself from behind you, his erection poking your opening. Once he inserted himself inside you, you gasped and quickly turned to look at him. You watched as he paid nonchalantly to your shocked expression while he had his mouth half-open as he thrust.

"You didn't put on a condom!"

Kaede opened his eyes and held your naked waist, feeling the warmth of his bare hands, "Shh."

"I'm not on the pill!" you hissed.

For so long, you've been asking Kaede to drop the condom and turn to pills, but he didn't want to because it doesn't exactly assure safety.

"That's a problem for tomorrow," he kissed your lips to shut you up.

"Besides, we still have our investments, right? Ahh.." he pulled on your (H/C) locks. "We can build a family anytime."

You grunted both in pain and in pleasure as he thrust inside you while he pulled on your hair. He put his weight on your back as he moved his hands on your breasts, massaging it. You felt him placing wet kisses on your bare shoulder.

Soon enough, his thrusts started to be more fast and rough. Both of you grunted in the sensation.

"I'm cumming!" he declared. "I'm cumming inside!"

You didn't have the energy to argue anymore. You remained on the bed, tired, and biting on your lip while he pleasured himself with your body.

Then you felt his thick and hot juices filling your womb, making you moan. You felt his cum dripping down on your thighs.

"Is that enough to get you pregnant?"

~

NEXT & FINAL CHAPTER: Kaede challenges Ryuunosuke to a gamble without your knowing until Kaede instructs you to watch them. Surprisingly, Kaede introduces a deal that if Kaede loses, he will breakup with you. On the other hand, Kaede conditions Ryuunosuke to watch Kaede take you - fulfilling your longtime dream of having someone else watch - if he wins.

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[kafka-ish]

richie tozier gets off a good one | r.t.

“This was not to say Richie could not be very funny from time to time; he could be. When referring to verbal zingers and farts, Richie’s terminology was the same: he called it Getting Off A Good One, and he got off Good Ones of both types frequently...” -- Stephen King

word count: 3.3k

warnings/included: nsfw (explicit smut, oral -- male receiving, male x female, mentions of masturbating), fem!reader

a/n: pls enjoy ! 

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It was a cold shower kind of afternoon as the thunder from outside Richie’s bedroom window roared loud enough to be mistaken for a dragon. Dragons don’t exist. Richie, however, ignored the booming sounds of nature from outside—his thoughts lost in a certain someone; and his ears muffled by the pillows encasing him.  

y/n was coming over for a study session at two p.m. sharp, per Wentworth’s request, but Richie still had time as his left hand traveled to the zipper of his orange, corduroy trousers. It’s not like Richie knew y/n. This afternoon, this shameful afternoon where if his dad were home right now, he’d be caught with his hand in his pants and a name he’d rather not talk about in between his lips, would be his first time meeting the girl.

Wentworth Tozier was the one to suggest she come over on this grey Sunday afternoon during Thursday’s family dinner when he noticed Richie’s recent report card.

“A C in chemistry?”

“The C stands for Chemistry,” Richie said with a smirk on his face. It didn’t seem to work because Mr. Tozier’s frown didn’t budge, and Maggie Tozier only sipped her coffee which had to be cold by now.

“You know we expect better from you.” He was right. His parents weren’t used to anything other than a line of A’s on the weekly transcript he brought home. Richie wasn’t either. But lately, something had taken a toll on his grades—or someone.

“You know what might help him, dear?” Wentworth looked up from the chicken he was currently cutting through. “A tutor.”

“I do not need a tutor.” Richie dropped his fork which was being used to play with his green beans.

“Your grades say otherwise, kid,” Wentworth countered. “You know, Maggie, I think that’s a good idea.”

“Not you too, Dad!” Richie cried out, exasperated at the scene playing out in front of him.

Ignoring his son, Wentworth continued, “In fact, I think my buddy back from Catholic school has a kid who could tutor him.” He took a bite. “Last I heard, she was fairly good at the sciences.”

“You should think about calling them after dinner,” Maggie said without looking up. Which was how Richie ended up with only an hour left to get himself off rather than the rest of the day.

Although his hand was no match for any of his previous hookups, it was faster, and it got the job done. He was just about to finish when the doorbell rang and a knock on his door startled him from his position and kept him from finishing.

“Coming!” Richie yelled; certain that the outsider wasn’t going to hear him. He stood up from his position on his bed, pulled up the trousers that hung from his ankles and trekked his way downstairs. His feet made a thumping sound as they padded their way down the stairs—roughly at that. He was surprised the house didn’t shake at his footsteps. “We don’t want your Girl Scout cookies,” Richie said, half annoyed that his session was cut early.

“I’m not a Girl Scout.” y/n held open the door with her hand before Richie could close it. She wore a white button down that was haphazardly tucked into a blue-green, plaid skirt. Her already see-through blouse was even more see-through, as the rain from standing outside for so long had drenched it from the outside in.

“Oh.” Richie didn’t say anything for a moment. “I didn’t order a pizza, either.”

“I didn’t bring you a pizza, either.” y/n was growing just about as annoyed as he was. “Can I just come in?”

“I don’t know about that one, toots.” Richie made a clicking sound with his tongue. “Pops said I’m not allowed to let strangers in.”

“Richie, please, just let me in,” y/n seethed. She didn’t have time for his bullshit and quite frankly, he didn’t either. If Richie let his grades take another blow to the one-inch margin, his C would threaten to turn into a D. “Your dad called mine on Thursday… I’m here to… tutor… you.”

Richie noticed how her voice had lowered and he could tell she was just as ecstatic as him for their study session. Wordlessly, he stepped away from the front door, allowing y/n some space to walk in. His eyes inadvertently glued themselves to her backside, watching as her skirt’s pleats swayed against her hips and the rain’s water trail against her long legs; a sight he’d swallow at and feel himself grow semi-hard to.

If all the girls at Catholic school looked like y/n, he might just have to transfer because just one glance at her made Richie forget all about the reason for his tragic C that stood for Chemistry.

“Where are we studying?” y/n asked. Her eyes darted around the place like it was foreign. It was foreign. Her hands clutched the book bag she held onto tighter, anxious by the new atmosphere.

“Is my room okay?” Richie asked, already starting up the stairs. His tone had gone soft, like when you microwave butter. He almost felt bad for protesting against the idea of being tutored just a few short days ago.

“Yeah.” y/n followed him, making sure to leave an appropriate amount of space between the two bodies.

“Do you need a change of clothes?” Richie said, not trying to cover up the obviousness in his voice; that he was obviously looking at her covered chest each second she spent turned away from him; that he had an obvious hard-on that he hadn’t bother to conceal under his ridiculous corduroy pants.

“No,” y/n said with a bit of uncertainty. Sure, she was soaking wet from her hair to her toes, but she wasn’t about to borrow one of Richie Tozier’s ridiculous band-tees that would wear like a dress.

“What’s with the get-up, anyway?” Richie smirked. Before he sat down, he pulled out an extra seat for her. Usually, it would be used to discard his dirty clothes on. Luckily, Maggie Tozier had taken the liberty of cleaning up before their guest got here.

“Laundry day,” y/n sighed while sitting down her bag next to her. She brushed out her skirt as she sat down so it’d cover as much of her bare legs as fabric would sparingly allow. Her skirt was drenched, and she was sure it would leave the chair just the same as if she stood up any time soon.

“Don’t have to wear that thing tomorrow?” Richie couldn’t help but think about all the other girls who’d be wearing the same outfit on Monday. Of course, their blouses wouldn’t be overly exposing, but their legs would still be bare and long—longing for Richie’s stare if you catch a drift.

“Aren’t you failing something?” y/n snapped back.

Richie swallowed the rest of the words lingering in the back of his throat.

“I was thinking we start with the basics.” y/n bent down, searching for the green folder she had marked ‘Science’ in thick, permanent ink. Richie couldn’t help but steal another look at her figure—outlined by the white shirt that clung to it.

“Basics?” His voice cracked, but he was too caught up in her to care.

“Well, what do you need help with?”

“Nothing.” Richie scoffed, not letting some girl he barely knew deflate his ego.

“Then why am I here?” She countered. Her eyebrow raised, unimpressed, and her fingers started to drum anxiously against the wood of his desk.

“Right now, we’re going over stoichiometry,” Richie shrugged, not bothering to meet her eyes—her bright, keen eyes he’d find himself lost in if he weren’t careful. “It’s not the math part I need help on it’s the—”

“Concentration.”

“Yeah.” Richie let out a heavy sigh. He already knew what y/n looked like—beautiful, while water droplets kissed her neck that he itched to touch. It wouldn’t hurt to steal yet another glance, he thought, while turning towards her. “It’s like I can’t focus,” he said, finally making eye contact.

“And you need help with that?” She questioned. The familiar feeling of anticipation welled in the back of her throat but there was no telling why.

“I guess.” Richie’s eyes left hers to stare at the wall. The view was less impressive, but it let him form a cohesive thought.

“I think I know a way.” y/n’s demeanor had completely changed by now. Richie was about to mutter out a how or what the hell are you talking about but the words in his mind scrambled together like the eggs his mother made that morning when he felt her hand travel down to his knee.

y/n’s touch was light and delicate—almost nothing as it grazed against the fabric of his jeans. But it was there. He felt it, and if he didn’t, his imagination must’ve been pretty goddamn realistic for running at a hundred hertz a minute. Her thumb ran circles against the corded pattern making his breath hitch.

“Uh, what’cha doin’?” Richie’s eyebrow rose at the hand on his pants which was making its way to the zipper.

“Helping,” she insisted, “if you’re having trouble focusing, you’re probably stressed, right?” Richie could only nod. “So, this will help you unstress.” He gasped at the sound and sight of y/n undoing his zipper. His eyes widened and she found herself smiling at his movements from such little touch already.

Richie was quick to roll his jeans, and the underwear underneath, to his ankles. His eager length stood hard and erect against his stomach and if it weren’t for his lack of social awareness, he’d be embarrassed to be seen bare in front of a girl he just met.

y/n’s right hand—timid but daring—wrapped itself around the base of his cock, eliciting a groan from Richie’s now parted and perfectly pink lips.

Surprise wouldn’t even begin to describe the swirl of emotions that found themselves in the pit of Richie’s stomach and began to bubble in his throat—another groan. Though, as surprised as Richie was, he couldn’t help but feel a warm sense of pleasure and yearning for more as he harshly swallowed at the feeling of friction and tightness y/n managed to spring upon him in one firm jerk.

She was on her knees now, the feeling of hardwood against bare skin didn’t seem to faze her. All her attention was on Richie. The sound of unsteady breaths from above had y/n’s cheeks flushed and panties in a heat. The only cohesive thought in her mind was wanting to hear those pretty little noises coming from Richie’s pretty little mouth again.

y/n didn’t need a mirror to know her pupils were blown, the sight before her that she couldn’t quite look away from and the uncomfortable feeling between her legs was enough, letting her realize what she was doing. What was she doing? Her grip on his length loosened as she moved her hand up and down, allowing for enough space for her mouth when she connected her lips to his dick.

“God. You feel great, toots.” It only took a few motions for Richie to already come lax at the feeling of y/n’s mouth. He wished it were another part.

y/n chuckled to herself. Having this much power over a boy made her feel… confident. No guy at her school would give her the time of day, it seemed—not even Jeremy Fields. But Richie Tozier… Richie Tozier was practically falling apart at the sight of her and y/n loved that. Richie felt her pace around him speed up and y/n felt herself grinding on her palm to meet his same high. The sight of her alone was enough to have Richie on edge.

“Sugar, if you don’t stop I’m gonna—” His heavy pants were enough to cut him off, but y/n took her chance to interrupt further.

“—You’ll what?” She pulled apart from him, a string of saliva connecting them. Richie almost whimpered at the warm feeling of her mouth provided—gone.

“I’m gonna bust before I can take care of you,” he admitted somewhat bashfully. His face was red, and y/n couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or the fact that he had been worked up.

“Oh.” Back at her shy state, y/n ducked her head and felt her cheeks heat in a similar fashion to his. “Well, in that case…” y/n didn’t have to finish her sentence for Richie to get a grasp on what she was saying. She began to undo the buttons of the thin, white button up at an unbearably slow pace. She managed to peel the wet material that stuck to her skin gracefully even though she’d been itching to take it off as soon as she put it on.

“Wow.”

“Shut up,” y/n mumbled mindlessly, not daring to make eye contact. Part of her was embarrassed enough at the fact that she was on her knees for the boy she was supposed to teaching qualitative chemical reactions to. Her skirt was next to come off. The plaid fabric fell helplessly fell to the ground as soon as she unzipped it.

“I’m serious. You’re like… hot stuff, hot stuff,” Richie said as soon as she stood up, giving him a perfect view. Her underwear was a scalding red with embroidered flowers that decorated the side of her breasts and hipbone. The matching set was far from innocent, far from what Richie would imagine Catholic school girls to wear.

y/n didn’t say anything—her stomach too full of butterflies and a lump still caught in her throat. Richie could sense her nervousness and pulled her into him. To think, a girl he had met only thirty minutes ago was now engulfed in his arms and half-bare for him.

The rough pad of his thumb drew circles on her shoulder. The slow, sensual movements against her skin was electric and had the two riled up even more as Richie slotted his thigh in between hers for her to buck up against. The feeling of her clothed clit on lace as she dragged herself back and forth on his leg at an uneven pace was indescribable.

“Fuck.” It wasn’t unexpected that Richie broke the silence and occasional gasps. “You’re soaked… so… fuckin’ soaked.” He could feel the wetness from her panties that dripped onto his bare leg and he groaned at the thought that it was because of him.

y/n giggled but the sound of her breathy laughs in his ears didn’t last long as she pressed into him further and latched her lips onto his. It was like no other kiss he’s had before. As for y/n, she’d be ashamed to say it was her first kiss. That is, her first kiss where she felt something.

y/n swallowed the moan from Richie as their lips still locked and their tongues swept over each other.

“You’re like—”

“You are, too,” y/n breathed quickly, not bothering to hear the rest of the words. Her attention was now focused on him—or the lack of him inside her. She grabbed his throbbing length once again, taking barely any time to admire it. “Do you have any?”

“Yeah.” Richie swallowed. He opened the top left drawer of his desk, revealing a box of Trojans which he quickly took a foil packet from.

It was weird. Although y/n knew this was just a one time thing she couldn’t help but feel jealous as the small hairs on her neck stood to attention.

Effortlessly, Richie tore open the foil and slid on the condom. “Ready?”

y/n nodded and bit down on her cheek as she sunk down on him. Patiently, Richie waited for her to adjust to his size and a sign for him to move.

A quick kiss to his lips was it. It was different from the first. Swift, sweet, teasing. Richie wanted more. He wanted more as he thrust up into her and he wanted more as he felt y/n’s fingertips dig into his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt.  

“Unfair that you have more clothes on,” y/n managed to speak through a whine. To which Richie opened his eyes and through hazy lids and lust-blown pupils he saw her panties that were pulled to the side as his dick met her entrance and the bra strap that was making its way down her arm.

Richie stifled a chuckle. “You want this off?” He gestured to the graphic tee that was basically draped over his slim figure.

“God, yes. Take a hint much?” She tugged weakly on the sleeve of his shirt and he pulled away for a second so he could remove it, revealing his smooth chest and delicious collarbone.

Another whine left y/n’s lips as he pulled her in closer again. His speed picked up as he bottoms out, reaching a spot no guy has ever found before. Her left hand his in his hair, gripping at his long locks that only a Rockstar would dare wear and her right hand is clutching his cheek—his freckle-sprayed cheek that relaxes under her soft hands and delicate fingers.

Richie’s hands, however, are in a much more intimate place he realizes as he moans yet again, this time at the feeling of his roots being pulled on. One is on her ass, keeping her from falling off, though it might be impossible seeing as how close the two are. The other is playing with her folds, using the same circular motions from earlier to coax her closer.

“You feel so good,” Richie says as his eyes roll back to his head. “Fuck.”

y/n hums. Her lips can’t help but curl into a smile once the words reach her ears. “I’m close,” she whispers and Richie nods in agreement.

It’s dirty and the total opposite of what Richie would expect from the girl who walked in his door a short hour ago, but they reach their highs together, while the filthiest noise Richie’s ever heard leaves y/n’s swollen lips. He watches her as she cums. Her hair is moussed and sweat shines across her furrowed brows. But Richie Tozier swears he hasn’t seen a prettier sight.

“Fuck, doll,” Richie says in amazement.

y/n’s still smiling as she opens her eyes, but she can’t help but be embarrassed at the same time.

“What?” The question is small, but there’s a certain weight on her shoulders that Richie notices.

“You’re hot.” He’s wearing a shit-eating grin and y/n wants to smack him right then and there. But she doesn’t. She only smiles back, quickly removes herself from him, and redresses herself with the same pace. Her shirt is only slightly less damp and slightly less uncomfortable, but it’ll do. y/n supposes she could just change into her pajamas once she got home. “What, don’t tell me our session’s over already,” Richie tries to joke.

“Sorry,” y/n sighs. Her backpack is already slung over her shoulder, she didn’t even need to ask Richie for help with her stuff.

“Hey, is this because…” Richie’s large palm finds a home on y/n’s shoulder which she tenses up at.

“No!” y/n’s barely able to choke it out. “But the session was, like, supposed to be an hour, you know? And I don’t want to overstay my welcome.” She’s back to her nervous self again.

“God.” Richie realizes what this is about now. “You’re not overstaying anything, toots. You can stay for dinner if you’d like,” he offers. “Hell, stay forever.”

y/n resists the urge to roll her eyes and opts for the dead skin on her lip instead. “I really have to go. Sorry, Rich.”

The last he sees is her half-smile from her all perfect lips before she slips out the door and into the rain again.

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[ampintherain]

I’m Yours:

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Chapter IV

Y/N is Kenny Ortega’s ‘niece’ after going through a rough breakup, Kenny decides to fly her over to stay with him, will her broken heart mend?

(Female Reader, NO SMUT, Romance, Friendship, THIS IS MY FIRST EVER FANFIC/IMAGINE, I hope it’s good, Kenny is lifelong family friend so reader calls him Uncle Kenny. I’m British so the writing is going to be British so like ‘mum’ not ‘mom’ yanno?)

TW- swearing. mentions of alcohol, drugs & divorce

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Y/N

“Doll, you ready to go?” Kenny asked as he shrugged on his coat, we had been at Tori’s for a good three hours and I could see Kenny was getting tired and we did have a really long day tomorrow, I nodded at my uncle happily before bidding farewell to my new found friends. I found it quite strange as to how quickly they had befriended me and made me feel more than welcome- Charlie especially, I mean throughout the day he asked me if I was alright and he encouraged me to share my ideas with Uncle Kenny, it really was strange.

“See you tomorrow Y/n” Owen chirped, pulling me in for a quick hug, I was soon passed round through the group of friends each of them giving me a tight hug which I gladly reciprocated, I waved everyone a final goodbye before Kenny and I left Tori’s apartment and made our way back to the car.

As Uncle Kenny drove through the streets of Vancouver, I paid most attention to the lights displayed throughout, I watched as birds flew through the sky and listened to the soft sound of the radio, “you okay Y/n?” Uncle Kenny questioned,

“Hm?” I said, as the questioned tore me out of my unknown daydream, I turned to face my uncle Kenny and before he could repeat himself, my brain managed to process what he originally asked “oh oh yeah, I’m fine Uncle Kenny, just sight seeing” I laughed quietly,

“Okay, just making sure, I’m worried about you...” Kenny admitted, I had a feeling that he was but he just didn’t want to draw attention to me and my situation, I have always been very good at hiding my emotions it came from years and years of being told that my emotions and the way I felt weren’t ‘necessary’ and that I shouldn’t feel the way I did- in the end, I decided to no longer tell anyone my problems but deal with them myself, battling through the pain as a lone warrior, I didn’t even tell Kenny what was going on, I built up layers of walls around me to protect myself and make it seem like I was this strong, capable woman. “You’re only 19, Y/n, I know you’re strong but... I just want you to know that I am here should you ever need me” I nodded in response, worried that if I did speak, my voice would give way and I would be revealed as this weak character, I’ve already cried once today and I’m not planning on crying anymore, not in front of Kenny at least.

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Kenny locked the door behind me as we both entered the apartment, “do you want a drink or anything Uncle Kenny?” I questioned as I made my way into the kitchen, opening the fridge and taking out the carton of orange juice,

“No you’re alright Star, I’m just going to head to bed, I’ll wake you up at 7 alright?” He assured me, I nodded as I sipped at my juice, I looked at the digital clock placed on the side- 12:00am, luckily I had sorted through all of my clothes before going to set and again before going to Tori’s because, quite honestly, I hadn’t the energy to do much at this point, I watched as my uncle wandered into his room, closing the door behind him. I let out a deep breath, the thoughts of a few nights ago coming back into my memory, replaying itself there, why wasn’t I good enough? I did absolutely everything I could for him... I loved him with everything I had... why wasn’t I good enough?

I kept asking myself, it was truly lost on me, I didn’t see myself as this perfect girl, this perfect girlfriend but I knew what I did for him. I was there for him when his dad spiralled, turning to alcoholism and drug abuse, I was there whenever he called, whenever he showed up randomly at my house at 4 in the morning crying and looking for a cuddle, I made sure to visit him mum every Tuesday evening for dinner because Zac wanted to move out once his parents split, deciding to live with his grandparents instead. We were even thinking about moving in together... well him moving in with me as I had already had my own place at 18. That boy was my entire world for 3 years and the fact that he could throw it all away so easily, really hurt me, and I don’t think it was anything that I could understand ever.

The thought alone caused my heart to feel crushed, it felt like Zac had a hold of my heart and whenever I thought about it, he just squeezed my heart as hard as he possibly could, it felt like a gut wrenching type of pain, I wiped away the tears that I didn’t even realise were spilling quickly out of my eyes. I cleared my throat and drank the rest of my juice before making my way to bed, I changed into my grey cable knit sweater and my plaid shorts and clambered into the large double bed, snuggling into the comfort that the bed brought me before I let sleep take over me.

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“Rise and shine” Kenny said quietly into my bedroom, I groaned as I stretched in bed, “morning sleepyhead” he chuckled,

“Morning” I mumbled, scratching the back of my head, Kenny told me that we’d be leaving in 20 minutes, “okay, I’ll see you in 20” I smiled, sliding out of bed and heading into my closet, I grabbed my white tennis skirt, white shirt and dark blue sweater, I paired the outfit with white tennis socks and my white and blue Nike Jordan’s that Uncle Kenny bought me for Christmas. I placed my clothes on my bed and went for a quick shower, this time I dried my hair before chucking it up into a high ponytail, I brushed my teeth and did some light makeup again before changing and grabbing my phone off the side,

“Let’s go” I stated as I made my way over to Kenny,

“You look amazing” he smiled genuinely at me, I thanked him and we made our way back to the set of his new show.

“So... how did you sleep?” Kenny asked me,

“Oh really well thank you, that bed was huge, you could fit like five of me in there” I joked, just as my phone chimed, I looked down at the lit screen to see messages from the one person I didn’t want to hear from.

Zac- Hey, where are you? I came to your place to see you and you weren’t there...

I rolled my eyes and groaned internally before locking my phone and sinking into my seat, “what’s on your mind?” Uncle Kenny asked immediately, I swear it’s like this man lives in my brain. I turned my phone on vibrate just as another text came through,

“It’s nothing Uncle Kenny” I sighed, the man driving next to me simply hummed in response, he definitely didn’t believe me but I knew he wasn’t going to push for answers- he never did, he would always let me come to him if I needed and that was one of the things I loved most about him. I could feel my phone constantly vibrating in my hand whilst Kenny was driving, so I turned it on do not disturb just to try and escape it.

“Alright kiddo, we’ve arrived��� Kenny said as he swiftly parked up, I went to unbuckle myself but Kenny stopped me, “you don’t have to tell me right now, but I am here, you know I won’t judge you like your parents” he explained, I sighed and leant over to rest my head on his arm,

“I know Uncle Kenny... it’s Zac, he texted me... I’m ignoring him though” I replied, he sighed and looked down at me, placing a kiss to the top of my head,

“You’re going to have to” Kenny started before I cut him off mid sentence,

“Message him at some point, I know I know” I sat back upright and unbuckled the seat before getting out the car, “come on” I sighed, putting back on my brave face before heading into the lot with Uncle Kenny in tow.

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Charlie

“Y/n!” I heard Sav yell from across the lot, I turned to see Y/n walking towards us, her arms linked with Kenny’s as he was talking and joking with her, I watched as she let out a quick laugh before shaking her head, probably at some corny joke that Kenny told. “We’re matching!” Sav exclaimed as Y/n got closer,

“So we are!” Y/n giggled, “but don’t you have to be in your Carrie costume?” She questioned, pointing at the costume trailer just a way behind us,

“We are rehearsing Wow today in costume” Kenny announced, this prompted Sav to scrunch her face and turn on her heels, grabbing Tori by her upper arm as they both ran to the costume trailer, “those girls” Kenny laughed, shaking his head, “I’m going to get some breakfast, do you want anything Y/n?” The girl shook her head, “you have to eat Star, I’ll get you a croissant okay?”

“If I have to eat, can you get me some blueberry pancakes?” Y/n questioned innocently, smiling up at her ‘uncle.’ Kenny simply nodded and walked over to catering to grab him and Y/n some breakfast. “Hey” Y/n said as she took a step closer to me, I looked down at her and smiled,

“Hey” I mirrored, “sleep well last night?” I asked, the girl nodded and started to walk down the lot, I naturally started to follow her, not wanting the conversation to end,

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever slept in a bed that big before” she giggled, causing my heart to skip a beat slightly, “how about you? Did you sleep well?” She questioned, looking up at me with her beautiful y/e/c eyes.

“Oh yeah, Owen and I left Tori’s a little while after you and Ken left, we grabbed some food and then just crashed as soon as we got home” I said simply, just as I mentioned Owen I saw him come out of his trailer dressed as Alex,

“You, Charles. Have to be in costume” he stated, pointing at me, I rolled my eyes before he shoo’d me away, I nodded slightly at Y/n as a way to say goodbye and she saluted me slightly which caused me to laugh before jogging up to costume.

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Y/N

“Why the long face?” Owen asked me as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, “wassup Buttercup?” I bit the inside of my cheek and looked up at the blonde boy,

“It’s my ex” I stated plainly, “he messaged me this morning and I just...” I trailed off, not really knowing what to say, was I ignoring Zac because I hated him, or was I ignoring him because I was worried that if I did text him back, I would fall for him all over again? You can’t get over someone that quickly, no matter how much they hurt you... right?

“Don’t know what to say to him?” Owen answered for me, “what did he say?” He asked, I daren’t look at my phone again because I knew that he had probably texted more so I tried to remember what I saw at quick glance.

“It was something about why I wasn’t home and where I was” I remembered, sitting down on the small couch in the resting tent, my back against the arm rest and my legs tucked up to my chest, Owen sat down, facing me and mirroring my position, “I just don’t see why I have to tell him that anymore... he’s my ex y’know?” I vented, leaning my head back and closing my eyes.

“Hey, you shouldn’t let him get to you like that, it’s not cool... look, I’m pretty sure we have a day off tomorrow, why don’t you come over to mine and Charlie’s place and we can watch movies and pig out?” Owen offered, I lifted my head back up and nodded, it didn’t sound like the worst idea, in fact, it sounded like the best thing for me, I mean karaoke last night helped me a lot so maybe just a chilled day would help too?

“Yeah that sounds amazing actually” I smiled.

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“Okay you guys, Sav, Sacha, Tori, Mads and Jay you guys can all go home, thank you so much for your excellence today, you’re all amazing!” Uncle Kenny beamed with pride at his cast that he was dismissing for the day, we had just filmed 3 more scenes for the show and the cast had rehearsals for as many dances they could fit in today, the only thing left on the agenda was the hot dog scene, “now, I will see everyone at the next location? Y/n, you ready?” Kenny asked, I nodded as I felt a shiver run up my spine causing my body to visibly shake,

“Hey” I heard Charlie whisper, “you okay?” He questioned, staying within earshot of me,

“Yeah I’m good, just cold, I forgot a jacket and it was warm today... I kinda forgot how long today was” I laughed, slightly embarrassed about my sieve of a brain, although the presence of Charlie stood behind me seemed to keep me fairly warm, that is, until I felt him leave. I turned to see Owen looking behind him as Charlie darted off, “I’ll be one second” Charlie yelled loud enough for everyone to hear and wait for him.

“Where’s he going?” Jeremy asked, pointing behind him towards where Charlie had just disappeared to,

“I have... no idea” Owen sighed, shrugging his shoulders, “Y/n/n, do you know?” I shook my head,

“He just ran off, maybe he forgot something” I stated, just as Charlie came running back, handing me a brown corduroy jacket with a wool collar,

“Here, it has pockets too so you won’t have to keep holding your phone” he said, only slightly out of breath.

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Charlie

Y/n gently took the jacket from me, “oh... thanks” she said as a red tint reached her cheeks, she shrugged the jacket on and I couldn’t help but smile at how it looked on her, on me, it fit perfectly but on Y/n, it nearly swamped her, the sleeves hung so low only her fingertips could be seen and the length of the jacket went just above where her skirt ended. She looked adorable.

“Yeah.. yeah anytime” I replied, Y/n placed her phone in her pocket and started to walk towards Kenny,

“Hey, I’ve gotta talk to my Uncle Kenny about some things for the hot dog scene, I had some ideas but I’ll see you on location okay?” She said, not just to me, but to Owen and Jeremy as well, all three of us nodded and joined together so we could all walk out of the lot,

“You like her...” Jeremy stated, Owen nudged him slightly and rolled his eyes,

“I made that observation last night!” He said, “but yeah, you totally like her... it’s obvious”

“I just gave her my jacket, she said she was cold, I would’ve done the same for anybody, like Mads” I defended, “she did look really cute in it though” I admitted, Owen agreed with me which caused me to look at him sceptically,

“Before you get jealous and ask me, no I don’t like her, she’s just a friend” he answered before I even had a chance to ask the question, “oh by the way, she was talking to me about her ex today, something about how he messaged her and she doesn’t know what to say to him, she seemed really down so I invited her to come over tomorrow” Owen explained,

“Oh really? Okay cool” was all I could say, Jeremy soon decided to change the subject to running lines as he could see that I was becoming nervous at the fact that Y/n was coming over, I had no idea why the thought of it had my heart racing and my mind scattered but it did, there was something about Y/n that I couldn’t quite put my finger on but whatever it was drove me crazy about her.

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Y/N

We had just finished filming the final scene of the day- the hot dog scene and it was the longest scene ever, the amount of re-runs and developments on the scene was enough to drive anybody insane, I groaned slightly as I turned and sat on the seat that one of the crew members brought with them just as Kenny was wrapping the scene up. “Y/n, I’ve just got to do some paperwork and I’ll be right with you okay? I’m sure the boys will keep you company once they change” Kenny announced, to which I simply nodded, not having the energy to say anything or do anything else, I rubbed my eye as I pulled my phone out of Charlie’s jacket pocket, I looked down at the screen and saw the notification, I had 36 unread messages from Zac:

>Zac- hello? Y/n! Where are you?

>Zac- I’m worried about you...

>Zac- Y/n! Would you please just answer me...

>Zac- I went to the coffee shop, you weren’t there either, where have you run off to?

>Zac- look Y/n, I’m really sorry about what I did to you

>Zac- WTF! WHERE ARE YOU?!?

>Zac- you can’t possibly be giving me the silent treatment? Seriously.

>Zac- I didn’t realise you were so childish.

>Zac- I’m glad I cheated on you, you’re worthless

>Zac- wait no, I’m sorry I didn’t mean that I’m just worried about you.

The list went on and on, a mixture of emotions, I kept scrolling through the text screen until I saw the most recent text, delivered 1 minute ago,

>Zac- call me. Please.

I rolled my eyes, I couldn’t call him, I shouldn’t call him right? But alas, like muscle memory, I clicked on the call icon and there was his voice, “Y/n! Hey... how’re you?” All I did was sigh in response, I watched as the boys came out of the venue and into sight, they all waved at me before noticing I was on the phone, Owen and Jeremy dispersed whereas Charlie stayed, walking slowly towards me with a half-smile on his face, clearly worried about whether or not I wanted him to come closer.

“What do you want?” I said bluntly, “I’m not in the mood to hear your pathetic apologies Zac, you’re messages were ridiculous, you went from being apologetic to calling me worthless and saying that you were happy that you cheated on me!”

“Listen Y/n... I can’t explain” Zac began but I was in no mood to hear it,

“No you listen Zac, you don’t get to be sad, you don’t get to cry. You are the one who cheated remember? Or have you suddenly developed amnesia? You went behind my back and had this whole other relationship for 13 months... and on top of that, it was with Quinn! My best friend and you think I’m going to sit here and listen to your silly little apologies, no, you have another thing coming. We were together for 3 years and for a year of that you were with someone else, I was nothing but loyal to you, I was nothing but kind to you, I loved you so much and I thought that you would never hurt me, but I was wrong, you’re just a piece of shit Zac, you and Quinn deserve each other, you’re both snakes, you’re both pathetic and you both betrayed me. I dont want to hear from you again? Do I make myself clear?” I ranted down the phone, I never raised my voice, I kept calm, I wouldn’t let him know that he made me so angry that I wanted to scream and throw my phone into the road, no. I wouldn’t let him have that power over me.

“But Y/n- we’ve been through so much... Quinn doesn’t know me like you do... she’s not there for me like you do” Zac grovelled, I scoffed in response,

“Well isn’t that just a crying shame? You should’ve thought about that before you decided to go behind my back and fuck her, you should’ve thought about it before you decided to be unfaithful. Hey, I’ll make this easy for you, I’ll just block you on everything that way you have no way of contacting me. Goodbye Zac” I said as I abruptly hung up, giving Zac no chance to talk, I blocked his number and started to go through my social media, blocking him on everything that I had.

“Uh... you okay?” I heard a worried voice speak, I looked up to see those eyes that could only belong to Charlie, he tilted his head and looked at me with concern riddled all over his face, I placed my phone on my lap and rubbed my temples to try and reduce to incoming headache.

“Yeah... that was my ex” I stated the absolute obvious, unsure of what else to say, Charlie nodded and stuffed his hands in his pockets before taking the seat next to me, he didn’t ask me to go on and explain but I felt like I could talk to him and so I did “you probably heard but he cheated on me, with my best friend”

“Yeah... yeah I did hear, look, Y/n, I know it probably won’t mean much but he really doesn’t deserve you and he isn’t worth your tears” he said calmly, placing his thumb on my cheek and gently brushed away the tears that I had no idea were slowly falling from my eyes, “by the sounds of it, he sounds like a dick and you were way too good for him” I laughed in response, “I’m being serious, Y/n, you’re gorgeous and kind and funny and insanely talented! I know it’s hard but you shouldn’t let a guy like that get to you...”

“Yeah I know... but he and I were together for so long, it just makes me feel like everything was a lie y’know? And like I can’t truly be loved by anyone” I admitted, hearing this Charlie stood up in front of me and held his hands out, “what...?” I questioned, he beckoned me to stand up before pulling me in for a hug,

“You? You can’t truly be loved? Y/n you’re one of the most lovable people I’ve ever met, everyone loves you here... I know that’s not the type of love you meant but trust me on this okay? You can very easily be loved” I pulled out of the hug slightly and Charlie lightly placed his hands on my face, looking deep into my eyes, he smiled slightly to himself causing me to become shy and look down, Charlie used his index finger to lift my head back up by my chin ever so gently, “who wouldn’t want to fall in love with you?”

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[the-fiction-witch]

One Day

Media House Of Anubis

Character Jerome Clarke

Couple Jerome X Reader

Rating Adorable

I finished with my hair giving it an adjust in my mirror,

"Y/N! You coming or not!" Jerome yelled from the bottom of the stairs, 

"I'm coming!" I called back as I fixed my uniform skirt and I headed out of my room and down the stairs, "Hey," I smiled leaning on the banister my hair a flick with my hand as I tried to be noticed,

Jerome stood in his own uniform, his back leant against the bottom of the stairs as he waited for me, everyone else from Anubis already left and headed to class but we were two who were usually awake the deepest into the night, awake the lasted alarm, and the slowest to get ready so we often held one another accountable for ensuring we actually got to class on time. 

He looked up at me and for a moment seemed taken back his eyebrow raised, "Did you change your hair?"

"Yes I did," I smiled, as I came down the last few stairs and did a little spin, "How do I look?"

"It looks..." he began as he gave me a real detailed look, he seemed a little unsure but eventually spoke up, "It looks nice,"

"You think so?"

"Yeah, it looks good." He nodded, "Now, let's take your new head to class." he said as he all but ushered me out the door,

"You seem eager to get to class today?" I laughed as we walked, 

"Yeah well, Mr Sweet catches me late again I have to do a weekend detention again,"

"That's fair," I nodded as I plaid with my hair, 

"It does look nice I admit," he chuckled, "what did you do exactly?"

"Can you really not tell?"

"I just asked,"

"I dyed it, Jerome." I laughed,

"Hu... is the really strong chemical smell last night?"

"Yeah..." I answered sheepishly 

"I wondered what that was," he muttered, "I just thought Trudy was on a war path again,"

"No, But I think she will be... there may be some dye... washed out in the bathroom."

"I imagine so, and on your pillows, and the shower for the next like week, and all your white clothes."

"I know, but it is the price I must pay," I smiled, "To be beautiful," 

"Well you certainly do,"

"Ohh? I look beautiful Jerome?"

"....No... yes... what answer won't get me a slap round the back of the head."

"None."

"Yes, you look beautiful. It looks very nice."

"Aww thank you,"

"Why this colour though?"

"Well, I wanted to go purple,"

"Purple?"

"Yeah, Like a cool deep plum purple,"

"...That would look cool,"

"Becuase school rules say I can't dye my hair, but I looked into it so long as my hair is still a natural colour they can't yell at me," I explained, "So this was my workaround,"

"You could also... not dye your hair?"

"I know, but barely wear my own clothes, I can't paint my nails, and even my make-up is heavily regulated I have to do something, Jerome,"

"That's fair, I do think that... Purple would actually really suit you," he said, as we arrived and began the walk though the busy halls to the first period, 

"You do?"

"Yeah I think it would," he nodded, "I guess I know what I'm getting you on Valentine's Day, you can keep it till summer break dye your hair purple and have all summer with cool purple hair." 

"What?" I chuckled, 

"You know, I uhh I could get you some purple hair dye, I think it would make a good Valentine's Day gift don't you?" He smiled, 

"Okay... There is, so much to unpack there." I laughed, "A. I dyed my hair last night so it can't be dyed again for at least six weeks before I do anything with it again or my hair will fall out. B. I dyed it this so the only way to get this out is letting it grow out, cut it out, or bleach it and we both remember what happened last time I tried to bleach my hair." 

"...it went so weird..." he muttered,

"yeah, so I'd like to avoid that again. C. school says natural colours only and if Victor finds me with purple hair dye in my room, I am dead. and you will also be dead because I would throw you under the bus in a heartbeat. D. Valentine's is tomorrow so I don't even know where you would be able to get hair dye from after school is finished. and finally E. You were... gonna get me a valentine?"

"Well... yeah." he said as he rubbed the back of his neck and stumbled on his words, "Yeah I mean... You're my mate, well my best mate. Well... best mate that's a girl, doesn't uhh doesn't everyone get their friends valentines presents?" He said,

Now to anyone else that would be pretty damn convincing, issue is. I know Jerome and I am used to his tricks, and I have learnt the ability to read between his words I know he's lying he clearly made that up on the spot when I called him out on it.

"No. they don't."

"Don't they?"

"No. it's usually a couple of a thing." I laughed

His cheeks went a little red, "Well who uhh who says valentines can't be for friends, it uhh not just between lover birds right?"

"It's literally the holiday of romance Jerome,"

His cheek's redness only deepened, "Well I uhhh... I only met to get you it as like a... Present,"

"A Valentine's Present?" I smirked at him verbally backing him into a corner, 

"it's..it's..it's not like that. I mean, I just thought of it as like a... y'know, friendly and caring and romantic gesture..." he coughed, "Nothing uhh romantic about it."

"You just called it a romantic gesture Jerome,"

"Ohh I uhh... well uhh I mean, who said romantic things had to be between lovers?"

"do you hear your own sentence? Romantic things are for lovers that's kinda the whole point of romantic things."

"well... but... you know... I... I mean..." he sputtered, "I know, but... I just think it would be sweet. like you can like someone as a friend... for a friend... and give them a gift, and who says friends can't uhhh can't be romantic I uhh I think it's okay, I mean if you're my..." he trailed off yet again, 

"Jerome." I laughed, "Do whatever you want." 

He nodded for a moment the corner of his lip flicked up into a sly smile almost smirking to himself, As soon as we got to the door to class of course being the last ones moments before the bell he opened the door for me and held it open with a smile,

"Aww such a gentleman," 

"Well, it's my job to be a gentleman to such a lovely lady," He said as he did a playful bow to me, 

I giggled a little and tapped the tip of his nose as I headed into class and took my seat Jerome of course came and sat beside me so we shared a table, the teacher gave us the basic brief and everyone got on talking amongst themselves as usual, I didn't have much to do so I just grabbed my book and began to read. 

"do you have anything interesting in your book?" he asked leaning his head on his hands to peer over my shoulder,

"Mhm, very interesting,"

"Well then, Enlighten me." he smiled as he leant a little closer,

"It's a book about Mary Shelley, I don't think you'd be interested Jerome," 

"Are you implying I'm a fool?" he chuckled, "I might find it extremely interesting," He smiled still edging closer,

"Alright, would you like a fun fact?"

"yes please," he grinned.

"she wrote Frankenstein as a dare"

"Really?" he asked surprised, "who dared her to write a novel?" he asked curiously.

"her friend got angry about how flowery and boring literature and poetry were getting so they dared her to write a novel and she wrote Frankenstein basically rejuvenating horror and gothic literature as well as practically inventing the genre of science fiction"

he listened intently, his eyes lit up in excitement, "so basically, she invented sci-fi?" he asked,

"yep, nothing else like it came before everything came after"

"I had absolutely no idea..." he seemed genuinely surprised by this information. "so... that means that all of the science fiction that came after was inspired by her?" he asked curiously.

"yep, the mother of sci-fi"

"wow..." he paused, "so basically she's the reason why sci-fi is a thing? without her, none of this would exist, none of the movies... the video games... nothing..."

"yep, I mean I'm sure someone else would have come along eventually but the world would be forever changed"

"That's actually crazy... thank god for her." he laughed, smiling slightly. 

"yeah, I love her. Or wanna be her... Not sure yet"

"I mean it is a little obvious you wanna be here Y/n."

"You think so?"

"... I feel I don't need to give an explanation I feel like looking at you is a good enough explanation," 

"Is it?"

"...Y/n all though I have no proof I'm pretty sure you're a witch."

"stay out of my room," I told him returning to my book,

"...well that doesn't fill me with confidence," He gulped, "but really, you'd wanna be a writer?" he tiled his head a litt,e

"Kinda,"

"Really? well... I support you. I'd buy your first book," he said, "I'd buy all the copies of your book just to make you a best seller."

"You would? really?"

"Yeah, why not. I'd buy every copy of your book and give a copy to everyone I know,"

"That'll be so expensive."

"Well, this is one day, when we're all grown up and I'm a wealthy man and your a beautiful published bestselling author." 

I laughed, "I'd have a sign a copy special and send it off to my number one fan," I laughed as I tapped his nose,

"Of course! who else would be your number one fan," he joked, giving my shoulder a bump with his own, 

"I'll be sure to send your special edition signed copy to whatever high-flying apartment you're living in then when you're all rich and successful one day."

"You think I would be rich?" 

"I think so, as some business man some high-end CEO."

"You think I'd reach CEO?"

"I think so. Jerome seriously yes your grades are... less not continue that sentence, but you have a skill that a lot of people dream they had, you have a confident charm and natural charisma, yes you use it for evil usually for pranks with Alfie but I think if you applied the same skilful manipulation and quick thinking you do for that I could see you flying high in a cut-throat business world." I explained, "I think you'd do good,"

He blushed a little, "You think so?"

"Yeah,"

"I could be a CEO, Clarke Industries."

"It has a ring to it I admit." I giggled, "I think you'd be good with like stocks or marketing, I mean all  a stock brother really does is convince people to make dumb financial decisions that just benefit the brokers."

"so in short, I could con people out of their money simply by making it seem like a good deal? sounds fun," he joked, "people could look up to me, see what I'm doing as some sort of get-rich-quickly scheme and then I'd profit from their stupidity,"

"Exactly, sounds like something you'd do now let alone one day,"

"It's the perfect plan. I'd become rich beyond imagination, people would admire me for my success and skill, and I'd be able to buy you fancy things and be able to give you an amazing and comfortable life,"

"Why would you be buying me anything? If I'm a bestselling writer then I have my own money,"

"Yeah, but I want to spoil you, buy you everything you want,"

"Why would you be buying me anything, Jerome?" I laughed,

"Oh? don't you like the idea of a rich and successful boyfriend?"

"boyfriend?"

"Yeah... You're boyfriend." He smiled, "And one day we'd be a top-of-the-world rich couple with everything we ever wanted... Together."

"ohh? So you're some rich successful stockboy with various businesses and I'm some best selling author, and we live in some New York City penthouse apartment at the top of the Empire State Building?"

"That's the dream," he said softly, "you and me... living our life to the fullest, never having to worry about money and being able to travel wherever we want... One day," 

"One day," I laughed,

"so... would you... would you like that?" he asked as he rubbed his neck again, 

"Maybe, depends on how high the apartment is I mean if where too high up imagine lugging groceries up the elevator,"

"we wouldn't have to lift a finger, just sit back and relax while someone else handles all our burdens for us," he laughed, "someone to do our cleaning, do our shopping, our laundry, our cooking. So we have time to work and... just be with each other."

"Okay, on one condition."

"what's the condition?"

"if we are going to live in this beautiful top floor Empire State Building penthouse, I want to decorate it all gothic art deco keep with the 20s vibes of the building while also still being gothy"

"gothic art deco... that's a great idea. imagine all the artwork and design that would fit the vibe, all the intricate details and patterns and designs, and the furniture..." he smiled, "and our bedroom will be the gothic bedroom of your dreams," he cooed, 

 "We could hang a chandelier from the ceiling, and..." a small smile curled at the corner of his mouth. "and you can have as many stuffed animals on the bed as you'd like."

"a chandelier in the bedroom?" She giggled

"yeah! wouldn't that be amazing? a gothic chandelier dangling right above the bed and a dark theme?" he tilted his head slightly, grinning. "maybe some candles as well, to get that dim lighting going on. plus, think of how romantic it would be in the dark..."

"Romantic?"

"Very romantic, perfect for late-night cuddle sessions." 

"ummm a deep blood red room with art deco wallpaper, a black marble floor, a tall canopy bed with sheer and satin curtains, candles and art deco wall sconces, a beautiful gothic chandelier hung over the bed" she giggled

 "that would actually look amazing... could it include a walk-in wardrobe as well...? with a floor-to-roof mirror? please say yes." He pleaded, 

"floor to ceiling cathedral style mirror and a wall in wardrobe with big wooden doors like an entrance to Narnia" I laughed, "I think a vanity inside the wall in wardrobe with a sofa so you can sit and get dressed while I get ready"

he smiled widely. "perfect, that would be perfect,"

"It would be cute," I smiled, "I think we'd have a very pretty bathroom with dark green tiles and gold grout, a walk-in shower big enough for two, and a jacuzzi tub because you can't have a cool bathroom without a jacuzzi tub. And two sinks so we don't elbow each other trying to brush our teeth in the morning oohh! And backlit mirrors. I freaking love backlit mirrors"

"yep, I agree, that would be pretty awesome. maybe we could even have heated floors, so when we get out of the shower, the floor isn't cold on our feet, and heated towels too? they'd be nice and warm when we got out, all nice and toasty and ready to warm us up," He smiled, "we would live an incredibly luxurious lifestyle. imagine the parties we would hold, where we would invite all of the wealthy and stylish people we met, just to show everyone how we live our best and most glamourous lives, surrounded by the most lavish and beautiful things and people imaginable."

"It sounds lovely," 

"...I'm starting to really like this vision of our future."

"That would be nice. But it's going to be pricey doing all this twice,"

"Twice?" he repeated, a bit confused.

"yeah one for me one for you, we can be neighbours"

"Neighbors?"

"Yes Jerome Neighbors," I smiled "Surely if we are both amazingly rich and successful we won't need to be roommates and share right?"

"but... I kinda... wanted to live with you," he admitted, looking at his shoes. "I thought it would be sweet to live with each other... together..."

"as roommates? Even when we're grown up and successful and rich?"

he shifted his position slightly. "no, I mean... as more than roommates." he took a deep breath,

"More than roommates?"

 "I meant like, live like we're in a relationship, you know?" he raised his head slightly, "As a couple. you know a rich successful stockboy with various businesses, and his best selling author, boyfriend and girlfriend, or maybe one day... live with each other as husband and wife,"

"What?" I couldn't hold back a laugh,

"I... I'd want to marry you, have us be a couple."

"Jerome we're 17."

"I know... but I didn't mean it like... right this minute," he said, stammering slightly. "I just meant... one day," he continued. "After we finish university, start our careers. I just meant like one day, in the future..." He said, "I'm fine with just being your boyfriend till then." 

"you really mean that?" She asked "You... You'd want to have this life, with me?"

 "yes... yes I would. I'd love to live this life with you if that's what you want too,"

"I... I think I would,"

"You would?!"

"Yeah, why not we can give it a go right."

"Yeah! we can. we definitely can." 

I giggled and grabbed my bag digging around in my snack pocket before I secretly pulled out a bag of gummy sweets, doing my best to hide it from the teacher and other students, I dug through until I found a red and yellow gummy ring and I took his hand slipping the sweet on his ring finger which made him blush even harder 

"Oh my god-" he blushed he took the bag and dug around until he found one that matched and he slipped it on my hand too, "there, we both have the set now," he said quietly, as he held my hand intertwining out fingers so the gummy rings touched, 

"yeah we do, I don't imagine these lasting long. But still one day"

"One day." he nodded, 

"I suppose that does mean we need to make plans for Valentine's Day..."

"well, of course, I'd want to! I'd love to spend time with you, maybe going to do something fun and romantic together?" he smiled excitedly, "Anything you want, we can do."

"you think maybe after classes we can go shopping together? Get some snacks and sweets and something nice to eat, and then tomorrow we can just cozy up in my dorm room with our snacks, get a takeaway and watch a movie?"

 "oh my god yes please," he exclaimed, smiling excitedly. "that sounds like the perfect day. I'd love to cuddle in your room with you and watch a movie and snuggle up together under soft blankets and pillows."

"Sounds perfect," I smiled as the bell tolled for the next period, so I grabbed my stuff and shoved my books in my bag, "it's a date, and if you're very lucky you might just get a kiss" she smiled poking his nose and kissing his hand beside his ring, "see you in third period Jerome,"

"I can barely wait for my sweet," he cooed, 

I smiled and headed off to my class without him. 

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Eren x Armin “Fuck Away The Pain” Chapter 4

“She”

The nerves start to kick in for Sasha before her confession

This chapter uses the song “She” by Dodie

*also quick note.

My story is also on Ao3 the link is below I would love it if y’all showed it some love on there too

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28809192?view_full_work=true

Armin was laid out on Eren’s bed in an oversized purple sweater and a pair of dark blue skinny jeans. He decided to leave his hair down so he's taken to tucking his hair behind his ears. Holding his head up with one hand, he has his assigned reading for class open on his laptop and his notebook in front of him. It's a quiet room aside from Eren, sitting on the edge of the bed with his guitar, practicing the song Sasha picked out.

"Sasha really picked a good song to confess with, I think anything crazy over the top isn't exactly Mikasa’s style." Eren said as he continued playing. He had on a black t-shirt with an Oscar Wilde quote on the front and ripped up black jeans.

"Over the top like the night we met?" Armin teased with a smile, "I think you're right, she's a bit more reserved than a certain someone I know." Armin hears Eren chuckle before a comfortable silence falls over them aside from the soft guitar. A few minutes pass before Armin puts his pencil down and moves silently to kneel behind Eren. He wraps his arms around the brunette’s shoulders before pressing gentle kisses to his neck. "I think it's great you're doing this for Sasha."

"It's like I said, music is easy to understand. Plus it's easy to use someone else's words to explain your feelings." Eren leans into his little ray of sunshine, “Guess that could be a warning, I'm bad at words, especially in intense situations." He lets out a sigh putting the guitar down, leaning it against the bed.

“Oh no my boyfriends gonna sing for me. Whatever will I do?" Armin laughed resting his head on Eren’s shoulder. "I think I'll manage babe." He smiles relaxing into Eren, nuzzling his face into the other boy's neck. "Besides I like watching you perform whether it's for me or not."

"Oh yeah sunshine?" Eren smiles reaching up to run a hand through Armin’s hair gently. "I'm glad you enjoy watching, I like having you there. Come here." He tugged on Armin’s sweater pulling the blonde onto his lap and held him close. Using his thumb Eren traced gentle circles into Armin’s lower back.

"You know you are pretty good at the whole boyfriend thing. I thought I'd have to take the lead for a bit to show you the ropes, but you seem to be something of a natural." Armin smiles resting his forehead on Eren’s tangling a hand in his hair.

"It’s easy for you. I like your smile, I'd do anything to get a smile from you." His eyes flutter closed feeling fingers in his hair. "Can I ask you about Jean? He seemed like an important part of your life, are you really okay he's out of it now?" Eren asked moving his head to rest on Armin’s shoulder.

"Not really, I mean we were together for 5 years. The first 3 1/2 years he was pretty amazing to me." Armin starts playing with Eren’s hair holding him close. "He always made sure Mikasa and I had enough to eat and he was patient with me opening up to him. He was always there if I needed him. Not long after we started college it started getting bad. We just didn't want to admit it wasn't working, I think." Armin smiles softly thinking back on all the memories.

"That’s a lot to live up to, I'm gonna pale in comparison." Eren let out a resigned sigh before opening his eyes. "Are you sure you want someone subpar?" Armin grabs the sides of Eren’s face and lifting his head. The two make eye contact and, just for a moment, get lost in the eyes of each other.

"Don't ever try to be Jean. No matter who it is, no one can ever compare to someone‘s first love. At the end of the day, he and I couldn't make it work, so I don't want a new Jean-kinda-love." Armin ran his thumb across Eren’s cheek. "I just want an Eren-kinda-love. Okay?" Eren leans into Armin’s hand before turning his head slightly to press a kiss to Armin’s palm and nods. "Good." Armin wraps his arms around the brunette's neck and leans down pressing his lips against Eren’s roughly. The force of the kiss knocking Eren onto his back, making the pair smile.

Armin propped himself on his forearm before continuing the kiss and running his tongue against Eren’s lower lip. The brunette’s eyebrow quirked up in surprise at the sudden assertiveness, but Eren obliged letting Armin’s tongue explore his mouth. Armin reaches his free hand up and tugs gently on the dark locks. Eren lets out a soft groan as he brings one hand down to grip onto the blonde's hip. His other hand sips under Armin’s shirt and trails his fingers gently against his skin. Eventually, the two realize they desperately need air and reluctantly pull away from the kiss panting heavily. "Shit sunshine didn't know you could be so commanding.." Eren says after somewhat catching his breath.

Just as Armin was about to respond his phone started ringing. He groaned slightly before recognizing the ringtone, “Oh shit, it's Sasha." He scrambled to grab his phone as Eren sat back up. Armin answered the call and leaned into Eren’s chest. "Sasha? What's up?"

"Armin I don't know if I can do it! I'm freaking out what if Mika hates me after?"

"Woah okay, calm down. It's Mikasa we're talking about here, she's not gonna hate you for having feelings." Armin says in an attempt to ease her nerves as Eren taps the blondes shoulder then points to the phone so he can talk to her.

"Sasha? It's Eren. Don't freak out, trust me it feels better to get those feelings out instead of running. I've got the song down already would you feel better if you ran through it a few times?" He hears her pause and takes a few breaths.

"I mean it's worth a try, right? Yeah, sure I'll run through a few times."

"Perfect, I'll have Armin text you my apartment's address. We’ll probably order a pizza or something, Armin got a good idea of what to get you?" Armin nods smiling at Eren. “We’ll see you soon Sasha." there's a quiet 'see ya' before the call ends.

Armin chuckles putting his phone down. "You're funeral if you're buying her food. She eats more than Mika and me combined."

~~~~

"Sasha, you'll feel better after some food, you always do." Armin says trying to hand her the box with her pizza in it. Eren was leaning on the counter enjoying his pizza while Sasha and Armin were talking at the table. Sasha had her face in her hands.

"I'm so nervous Armin, I don't know if I can handle her rejecting me. But if I don't say anything I'll never know. UGH, I hate feelings!" Sasha groaned before laying her face on the table. Armin just casually put the pizza box in front of her with the lid open and pushed it closer to her. He got up and walked over to his shared pizza with Eren before grabbing a piece.

"You sure you shouldn't try to comfort her more?" Eren asked concerned Sasha was still just laying on the table. Armin shook his head before taking a bite of his pizza. "Really? Why not?"

"She does this a lot, whenever she starts eating she'll be fine." Armin was happily enjoying his pizza glancing at Sasha to get a visual update on her. Eren looked over at her still worried. Armin smiled at Eren’s concern. "Babe I promise she's okay, she hasn't changed since high school. She just needs to eat." Armin points to Sasha, who finally started eating, starting to turn back into her old self.

Half-way through her pizza, she had a thought. "Oh, by the way, Armin, Jean said to ask if it was okay to get your number again, he got a new phone and lost it. He said he wants to meet up to ‘apologize for the other night.’Whatever that means." Sasha walked over to Eren and Armin with her pizza.

"Oh is that so? Yeah, that's fine, it'd be nice to have the old gang back without hostility." Armin smiled as he finished his last slice. He crossed his arms as he looked off into the distance. "Man, the whole gang back together? Shinganshina's fucked when that happens." Sasha chuckles with Armin causing the outsider to become concerned. "You ready to get some practice in Sasha?" Armin asks when he sees her finish her food. She nods and they make their way to spread out on Eren’s bed.

~~~~

Friday comes way too fast for Sasha, she feels like twenty times more confident but she's still a bundle of nerves. She asked Armin if he minded helping her get ready earlier in the week and he said he'd bring a friend to help too. Historia and Sasha hit it off right away, which Armin expected. The three of them spent the first fifteen minutes having "girl talk" as it came to be called by Sasha.

"Okay Sasha what kind of look are we going for? Or do you want us to just put together a few outfits and you pick your favorite?" Historia asked doing her excited wiggle dance. Sasha smiled at Historia, who looked effortlessly perfect in her plaid pleated skirt and black crop top.

"I'll pick an outfit out." Armin and Historia immediately started going through Sasha's closet quietly talking to each other. Sasha found herself cuddling her pillow to comfort herself. She was taking deep breaths mumbling to herself everything would be okay.

"I have never seen you this nervous Sash, it's only Mika, it's not she's gonna kill you." Connie said smirking from the doorway before walking in and sits beside Sasha. He sees the nervous look still plastered on her face. "C'mere, you weirdo." Connie pulls his best friend into a tight hug. "I'm gonna be there the whole time, I'll even stay sober so I can drive your drunk ass home if it goes bad." Sasha started laughing quietly at her best friends goofiness.

 "I know Connie. You're the best." She smiled before resting her head on his shoulder. "Help me pick an outfit? Armin and Historia are putting some together." Connie nods keeping his arms around Sasha..

"Okay! We’re ready!" Armin and Historia walk out with a total of three outfits. "So Historia and I have three very different looks for you. Oh, hey Connie." Armin walked over and gave Connie a big hug.

"Armin! I still have hair and makeup to do after this c'mon. Okay, option one." Historia held up a black dress with a corseted middle and white accents, with a pair of white ballet flats to match. Sasha's face twisted up before giving it a thumbs down. Connie followed suit. "Okay option two." Historia proceeded to hold up an off the shoulder white crop top and a pair of red skinny jeans. This outfit comes with a black suede jacket and black combat boots.

"That's a maybe. I haven't worn that jacket before." Sasha smiles as Connie frowns. He huffs crossing his arms over his chest and pouts like a child.

"I got you that for your birthday last year!"

"You did? Wow, a straight man with good taste I'm impressed." Historia says sweetly, "I'm guessing that means Connie's vote is for this one?" He nods but continues pouting causing the three of them to start laughing softly. "This one was all Armin." She holds up a white pleated skirt and a grey v-neck shirt. They pair that with a pair of black chunky heels and a black leather jacket.

"I like that one the most, but I think I'll switch the jacket so Connie's happy." Connie gets a big dopey smile on his face, proving Sasha right. Historia starts on Sasha's hair as Armin gets a call.

"Hey babe, everything okay?" He steps out of the room and leans on the counter in the kitchen.

"Yea the band's excited for Sasha's song, don't tell her but they're gonna be a part of it too. I just wanted to call to say hi." Eren smiles just hearing Armin’s voice.

"Oh well hi there." Armin blushed and looked down at his feet. We hand his favorite white converse hightops on with black skinny jeans and a green sweater with a white polo underneath. "You know I don't think I look the part of the lead singer's boyfriend."

"I think you look adorable, sunshine." Eren said kicking Reiner, who was on the other side of the couch, for making fun of him silently. "Who cares if you don't dress the same as me?"

"Armin! I need your opinion!" Historia calls from the bedroom.

"I'll see you soon, looks like they need me." Armin says smiling as he chewed on part-of his lower lip."

"See you soon baby." Eren says as they hung up before glaring at Reiner Who was still teasing him. "Fuck off Reiner."

~~~~

Eren had talked Mikasa’s boss into giving her the first set off so she was sitting with everyone in her white button-up and black jeans. Sasha on her left and Armin on her right. She had a weird feeling something was going on but couldn't figure it out. So she kept sneaking glances at Sasha, admiring how her hair perfectly framed her face

Eren walked up to the front of the stage, he had on a dark red turtle neck, his ripped black jeans with bleach splatters all over them, and his black combat boots. His hair was tied back in his signature messy bun. "We are 'The Warriors' we normally do rock and alternative covers but we're helping a friend first tonight. They have something they wanna say to a special someone." Sasha makes her way up to the stage taking the mic from Eren. He grabbed his acoustic guitar from the side of the stage before taking his spot behind the backup‘s mic stand. He gives Sasha an encouraging nod before doing last-minute tuning.

“Uh. Hi, I'm Sasha, and this i-is for you, Mikasa...." She looks at Eren and he starts playing the soft melody. Sasha looks to Mikasa as she starts singing. "Am I allowed to look at her like that? Could it be wrong, when she's just so nice to look at?" Bertholdt picks up his violin and plucks the strings gently. "She smells like lemongrass and sleep. She tastes like apple juice and peach." Eren smiles joining Sasha on vocals for the last part of the chorus. "You would find her in a Polaroid picture. And she means everything to me." Bertholdt switches to playing the violin with the bow as Ymir walks over to Eren and joins in on the harmonies. Sasha turns back briefly shocked at the addition of Ymir and Bertholdt. "I'd never tell, no, I'd never say a word. And oh it aches, but it feels oddly good to hurt." Sasha smiles at Mikasa with a blush on her cheeks. "She smells like lemongrass and sleep. She tastes like apple juice and peach."

Mikasa’s eyes water just a bit as she covers her mouth with her hand. "You would find her in a Polaroid picture. And she means everything to me." Eren smiles seeing Mikasa’s reaction and watches Armin take her free hand in his. He sends a quick wink to his Blondie before the lyrics start again. "And I'll be okay admiring from afar cause even when she's next to me, we could not be more far apart." Sasha's eyes start to tear up as she and Mikasa hold eye contact. "Cause she tastes like birthday cake and storytime and fall. But to her, I taste of nothing at all." Ymir and Eren sing the last chorus with Sasha, Ymir looking over to Historia smiling. "Cause she smells like lemongrass and sleep. She tastes like apple juice and peach. You would find her in a Polaroid picture and she means everything to me. Yes, she means everything to me. She means everything to me."

After the song Sasha and Mikasa run towards each other before colliding and wrapping their arms around the other tightly. Mikasa buried her face in Sasha's neck letting out uneven breaths. "I've waited two years to tell you, Mika...." Sasha says running a hand through Mikasa’s hair. "Do you want to go outside?"

"Yeah, I could use some air. But first," Mikasa lifts her head and presses her lips to Sasha’s pulling her closes by her waist. Sasha kisses Mikasa back smiling and tangles a hand in her hair. Their table consisting of, Armin, Connie, Historia, Jean, and Marco, plus Eren and his band all started cheering. Sasha and Mikasa in perfect sync raise opposing hands to flip off their table of friends and the band before pulling away from the kiss. The two of them walk outside for privacy.

"Okay! Now back to your regularly scheduled covers!"

#eren x armin #attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #eren yaegar #eren jeager #armin arlert #eremin #shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction #shingeki no kyoujin #snk #justjoccesaotfic

[ill-skillsgard]

Would you ever write about Faust making Faith squirt for the first time cause that would be the hottest thing ever.

Warning: 18+ SMUT. Anal play, sex toys, size kink, possessive sex, strong anti-Christian themes, squirting, angst, feelings.

Note: I really hope you guys enjoy this one! Please let me know your thoughts and reblog/like if you can! I’d appreciate it. 

Faust x Faith Masterpost [x]

"You didn't wear the outfit," Faust murmured against Faith's lips. 

"Sorry. I forgot. You got here so quick."

He took hold of the metal loop dangling at her neck and smirked. "But you wore this for me."

"I thought you'd like it," Faith giggled. 

"You think you're some kind of naughty girl? Do you think this collar makes you bad?"

Faith shrugged. 

"Do you know what happens to girls who wear things like this?" 

She grabbed his hands and placed them on her chest. "Why don't you show me?" 

"You couldn't handle it," he chuckled. 

Faith wasn't in the mood to convince Faust to do what he wanted with her. He'd gotten it lodged in his head that she was too delicate, but she wanted him to overpower her and make her hurt in that viciously pleasurable way she dreamt of. 

"Come on, Faust, you were the one who said you wanted to wreck this pussy. You won't take advantage of our last couple of nights together by making me never forget them?"

"You say that like I'm never coming back."

Faust nipped her bottom lip, palms sliding down her ribs to the back of her skirt. He pulled it up and squeezed her ass in both hands, watching her face change shapes any time he compressed her skin.

"You're going away for weeks. Who knows what will happen? Maybe you'll find a new girl and forget all about me."

Faust loosened his and shook his hair out of his face. "Don't say that."

"Im just kidding," she chuckled, leaning in for a kiss and meeting the crest of his cheekbone instead. 

"What?" Faith asked. 

"I'm serious. Why do you think that way?"

She pulled away to focus on the solemnity of his face. "I don't know, it's just something girls say."

"I don't think so."

"Relax, baby. It's okay. Let's just do it right here in the car. Please? I'm going to miss you so much when you go away. I need all I can get."

"I don't care," Faust said, framing his long fingers into a C-shaped hold on her neck. He didn't squeeze, but held her in place and drilled into her eyes with his. "Are you saying you might find another guy while I'm gone?"

"No! Of course not!"

"Then why do you think I'd cheat on you?"

"I don't think that," she whispered.

Faust released her throat and tightened his arms around her, pinning her in his firm embrace as she straddled his lap. "I'm not looking for groupies and shit. I just want to play. That's all I care about. That, and you."

"I know, Faust. Why do you always have to take everything I say so seriously? You know I'd never think about that. I'm a good girl, remember?"

Faust's throat rolled out a soft growl. "Good girls don't wear slutty little collars. Or sneak out of their dorms to fuck their boyfriends in the backseat of a car."

"Don't you want to corrupt me? Christian girl, taken by some heathen devil-worshiper... Destroying her purity."

He curled his hips up, the thick seam of his jeans rubbing against her flimsy panties, brushing over her sheathed clit. The pressure grew with the next carve. Faust filled with blood and clamped her frame against him as his hand snuck around to the back of her skirt again. 

"Faust, please. I want it. I'll let you do anything to me."

"I know. You've waited long enough. Now I know what you can and can't handle. But not here."

Faith whimpered when he stopped feeding her strokes of his groin. She'd been wriggling against him, trying to fret hard enough that his buried erection pressed against her folds. Though his tilting stopped, the hands at her behind explored the soft mounds of flesh and the sensitive spots that lied between them.

"You're gonna give me everything. That mouth and those pretty lips. Your cunt. Mm-hmm, and this one right here too. Yeah, I'm gonna fill that asshole with all kinds of things. My fingers... my tongue? Maybe a special surprise I have waiting at home?"

Faith never felt such a violent shiver ripple across her skin. It was like the window cracked open on its own and let in the bitter night air, sweet with the seasonal decay. He pressed his index finger against the promised hole, rotating and varying pressure over the cotton.

"All right, I'm serious now. Let's get going. Climb into your seat and buckle up."

On the ride back to Faust's apartment, his arm stretched over to toy with her clit, still never breaching the protection of her underwear. He only ghosted his fingertips over them, refusing to nudge them aside to give her the full strokes she craved. Even when Faith tried to pull them down, he stopped her hand, clicking his tongue and berating her for being too eager.

"Control yourself. Just enjoy what I give you."

"Please, I want more."

"You'll get more when I decide you deserve more. Tonight, you're mine. My pussy. My tits and ass and mouth. Whatever I say goes. Understand?"

"Yes, Faust."

"Good... Now I want you to lean back and finger your pussy. Then I want you to smear that pussy juice on the windshield. Draw my roommate a little picture."

Faith scoffed, cowering against the backrest, clutching her seatbelt. "What? Are you serious?"

He swung his eyes away from the road for as long as it took for the windshield wipers to clip twice. 

"Do it." 

She obeyed, and parted her legs to insert her middle finger as far as the second knuckle, curling to find the spot inside Faust helped her discover. Faust looked back at the road as she worked herself up, nodding and smirking when she brought her glistening fingertip to the glass to create the shape of a heart. 

"Aw, isn't that sweet? Leave 'em a little message."

Faust held the hand she'd used to finger herself the entire elevator ride up. He led Faith straight into his room after dropping the keys at the door. This behaviour was normal, as Faust never had much to say to his roommate besides agreeing on times to use the car. Faith skipped along with his formidable steps to the bedroom.

Faust's bed welcomed her instantly. Giddy and nearly delirious from the excitement of not sleeping in her own bunk at school, Faith sat down and smoothed out her skirt while he went to the closet to rummage around. 

Even the gory posters and beer bottles gave her a sense of comfort. She'd miss his room, and the nights they spent entangled in each other, his massive limbs always draped over hers while they cuddled or talked or slept or fucked. It keyed into her head then that she wouldn't see his plaid bedsheets or nap under the comforter that smelled like his shampoo and deodorant for a long, long time. She tried not to think about that, but the realization overcame her by the time Faust retrieved the item for which he searched. 

He knelt on the carpet, noticing a single tear on her cheek and wiping it away. 

"Don't do this, babe. Don't cry."

Faith brushed the next droplet away herself and breathed in deeply. 

"I'm so sorry. I'll try not to. It's just hard because... I'll miss you."

"I know. It'll be tough, but when I get home, maybe I'll be able to get out of here... Get a car. Move closer to your school. I won't have to keep borrowing fuckface's shit-wagon to come see you. Things will be better after I get back."

"I just can't imagine sleeping without you for that long."

"It's part of the gig, Faith. It always will be. I'll have to do this at least once a year. Probably more if things go well."

She looked down at her toes and nodded, avoiding the large green eyes imploring her to accept reality. Faust stood up and raked his hand through her hair, pressing her face against his thigh. 

"Don't get soft on me now. We have a big night, remember? Unless you don't feel like fucking no more?" 

Faith would never pass up the opportunity to please him. It always meant if she did a good job, he'd pleasure her right back, tenfold. But tonight made a heavier promise Faith craved since the moment she passed him by in the diner; for Faust to show her the dark side of life, where her elders and superiors had always promised demons lurked, waiting to undo her and lead her away from the righteous path. 

He handled her jaw firmly, raising her to her knees on the bed. He bent at the hips and captured her lips along with the silver ring hanging from her neck. A length of chain slid through his grip as he stood up, and he wound it up in his fist, raising her another inch. The leather pressed into her skin and she surrendered instantly. 

"That's what I thought."

"What're you gonna do to me?" 

"Don't speak. You'll answer me and that's it. Now get off the bed. On your knees." 

They switched spots, Faust sitting on the edge of the bed and Faith kneeling between his legs. He pulled the leash short and worked open the button and zipper of his pants, nodding for Faith to pull them down. 

"You wanna be a bad girl?" 

Faith nodded, a warm, fluttering sensation filling her chest. 

"Yeah. You want to do all the sinful things they taught you not to do in school. Like giving your precious little pussy away. There's no way a slut like you can wait until marriage and you don't care how it looks in your God's eyes. The only one you want is to serve me, even if it means going back on the vows you made to stay pure and chaste," Faust chuckled." Well, it's way too late now. I've already soiled you and taken your virginity. But don't you think it's inherently perverse how those supposed men of God put so much importance on what's between your gorgeous legs? Almost like that's all they think about. And who can really blame them? You can do bad in school, cheat on your work, hurt others, lie, steal, disobey your parents and still earn forgiveness, but the moment you let a man's cock inside you, you’ve got no worth. Funny, isn't it? The ultimate sin is what you crave the most. All those white men policing your pussy. Your pastor... Your father... Your God."

A sliver of her past self shuddered to hear the unabated truth pouring from Faust's lips. There was always a shameful breath lingering inside her whenever they had sex, but she always suppressed it by looking into his eyes to find the love living deep in those green pools. Tonight, Faust didn't let an ounce of affection shine through, determined to bring her shame to the forefront of her mind to exploit it. 

"What? Am I wrong? That's what they taught you, isn't it? That your urges make you sinful. That your natural human instincts put you off the path to heaven. Even though, mm, when I stuff all your little holes, you swear you're already there. Why does it feel so good to fuck me when it's so wrong?"

The residual polyps of her religious upbringing quivered and stung, echoing past lessons drilled into her from birth. Faith was always aware of existence on the other side of the fence where the criminals and harlots and sinners lived, and as a child, thought herself too good to wander into those dim pastures. As she matured, new world realities filtered through the pinpricks her parents overlooked—other children whispering of PG-13 movies, sex-charged billboards and unsupervised access to the internet—leaving behind the silt of the depraved for her to examine with hungry eyes. Nothing excited her more than the thought of finding a used porn magazine at the park, or staying up later than the rest of her girlfriends to catch flashes of soft-core skin on cable television. Now she was neck-deep in the sin they'd worked so hard to keep her from, ready to dive in with but a nostalgic glance back at her old, virtuous life.

It still bothered her whenever Faust referred to God, as they fashioned Him before her as divinity, unchallengeable. The unabashed way Faust spit upon His image made her cringe, yet his gall carved out a spot in her head above her pastor, above her father. Faust was the only man to defy her doctrine, and that made him more courageous than anyone she'd ever known. Even her daddy cowered in fear of God's wrath. Faust... he pissed on the cross and the bible, made a mockery of the gospel and showed her how delicious the grapes of temptation tasted on her contaminated tongue.

Faust pushed the elastic band of his boxers down so it bunched under his balls, helping his shaft stand upright. If left without support, he'd loll to the side, the girth too much for his blood to circumvent.

"Open your pretty mouth and suck this fat fucking cock, right now."

Faith displayed her tongue, waiting for him to trace a line from tip to tonsils. The warm pre-cum coated her tastebuds, and she wrapped her lips around the head, swallowing the fluid and moaning.

"Oh, Christ, baby, that looks so good. How does it taste?"

Faith hummed in agreement, unable to form a word with the mass wedging her jaws apart. He bucked his hips up once, hitting the back of her throat, then settled on the bed and let her go to work while he used the chain leash to angle her head. Bubbles formed around the ridge, dripping down in all directions to lubricate the way. Soon, Faust shivered from the warm froth gliding downward and pulled her off by the chain, anchoring his shaft against his belly.

"Suck that spit off my balls," he barked.

Faith did as she was told, keeping her eyes on his slackened face as she trailed her tongue up and down, collecting the saliva and swallowing.

"Good. That's good. Now, get up on the bed. On your hands and knees," he yanked the chain.

Propelled by the force around her neck, Faith crawled onto the bed and awaited his next move. She didn't notice the shiny object in his hand until he placed it on the bed next to her. A shiny metal plug with a jewelled end awaited, puckering the bedspread under its weight.

Before Faith mustered the courage to ask, Faust pulled her panties down to her knees and lapped her entrance with the same sloppy ardency she'd shown him but a minute before. He nipped her folds and continued upward, two hands now spreading her cheeks apart to reveal the next destination of his travelling tongue.

"Did you get all nice and clean for me?" He snickered.

"Mm-hmm," Faith said with a nod.

"Yeah, 'cause you knew I was gonna play with that ass."

Faust teased her with circles of varying pressure, switching his middle finger out for his tongue the first time he dipped inside. She wiggled and let curious noises escape her before clamping her hand over her mouth.

"How does that feel?"

"It feels... good," Faith replied.

"Yeah? You like it? Like it when I sodomize you?"

She whimpered. Faust took her mewling as a sign to continue. Slowly, he inserted his fingertip, reading her body and how it contorted from the new intrusion. When he was certain she wouldn't refuse, he worked the digit in and out, anointing the site with a fresh wad of spit.

"What do you think about the toy I bought for you?"

Faith craned her head to regard the little silver toy. "I like it."

"Really? You're not just saying that are you? It's not just something girls say, is it?"

"No, I want it. I'll do it if you like that."

"Anyone ever tell you how sweet you are? You’re always thinking of others. Perfect little cock-slave. It's really too bad your holes are so tiny. I'd really love to fuck your ass, but we wouldn't want anyone getting injured tonight," Faust said.

Faith simpered and wiggled her hips. There was a brief loss of contact as Faust went for a bottle of lube he always had stashed under the bed for nights Faith needed it. He coated the toy and rubbed the rest around and inside her tightness. With his fingertip eclipsing her hole, he dipped in one last time before replacing the digit with the tapered end of the plug.

Faith couldn't tell what it looked like when her body accepted the weighty piece of decoration, but when Faust had it in place, he breathed heavily.

"Fuck, Faith... That's adorable. How's that feel?"

She tilted her hips from side to side, grimacing from the flare pressing into her cheeks. "It's... Different."

"Spread your legs a bit more. Yeah, that's good. Open up and show me that pussy and your cute plug."

Faust overestimated his reserve of patience. Once affixed with the pink jewel, he lost sight of everything else except filling her other holes too. But he had to control himself if he wanted to achieve what he set out to achieve, and that required endurance. He had to tease her with a little more tongue-fucking before slipping his cock in from behind. She gasped and clenched hard, flinching away. The added fullness only intensified the stretch from his width and the imposing length. Faust seethed a moment before teasing her pussy with the tip.

"All right, work it however you like, babe. Get comfortable. It's a lot."

Left to her own efforts, she sat back on him and let the stretch course through her. Faust watched most of his length disappear, mouth dropped in awe. She continued jamming him back inside after every withdrawal, hoping to impress with her resilience. 

"You're doing good, baby. Keep going. Fuck, that feels amazing."

When Faust grew bored with the position, he flipped her on her back so he could watch her wince in mixed pain and pleasure. Her struggle urged him on, her panting, encouragement. Over the months, Faith got used to the breadth of him inside and didn't tremble as much or wilt from trying to keep up. It was time to move onto the next part of his plan, which was to introduce yet another form of stimulation. 

Faust had her sit on him, his chest to her back, fully enveloped in her wetness with the plug angling just right. Once she perched in his lap comfortably, he reached around to rub her clit with one hand while the other anchored her collared neck back so her head rested on his shoulder. 

"You're gonna come all over me, understand? I won't stop until I feel your pussy spasming around my dick." 

Faith squealed from the frantic fingers dancing over her clit, the shaft pumping her in a violent clashing of rhythms. Even his brutal whispers in her ear fell into time, playing her like an instrument with expertise. By her arching back and sharp breaths, Faust knew he was close to his goal. He just had to restrain himself from succumbing to the tightening pressure around him, the feast that was her body contorting on top of his. 

"Are you gonna come? Gonna fucking squirt for me?" 

Faith nuzzled into his neck and whimpered, "I... Can't. I don't know how." 

"Yes, you do. Feel that spot right there? Remember? Remember what I told you."

"Faust," she gasped. 

"You're right there. I can feel it. Right there, Faith."

He coiled his thick arm around her chest, pressing her as he shot his groin up and up. Each thrust landed harder while his fingers coddled her most sensitive spot. 

Amid the barrage of sensations, a peculiar warmth bourgeoned in her groin. For a second she thought her bladder was about to release, but it was too gradual... Too intentional to be a regular function. The undulating pulse sent red hot waves of pleasure through her body, shooting to her fingertips and crackling in her ears like a sudden ascent up a steep mountain. She closed her eyes and let out one continuous groan that spiralled upward, squealing from between her teeth as the volcanic frequencies shut down all other modes of operation. 

Faith didn't notice the first spurt. Only when Faust laughed did she unscrew her eyes to see between her legs. Faust lifted her quickly, sidling them both to the edge of the bed where the mirror reflected the clear fluid dripping down his cock and spreading between their thighs. He'd fucked her hard enough to collect fizz along the underside of his length. She gasped when a contraction forced another small emission from a place inside her she never knew existed. 

"Oh, my goodness... Am I?" 

"Squirting? Damn fucking right, babe. I knew I could get ya to gush all over my dick."

The fervent racks of orgasm subsided after a while, and she giggled. Faust laid back on the bed, feet planted on the floor as he slipped out of her and let her roll to the side. Faith huddled up under his arm and placed her little hand on his heaving chest, his heartbeat kicking up the limb. 

"You didn't come," Faith said.

Faust grabbed her hand and tightened his arm around her shoulders. "Yeah. That's 'cause I'm not done with you."

~*~

On the day of Faust's departure, he drove Faith to her campus and got out of the car to give her a hug. She produced a rickety smile as she buried her face in his hair and the first sniffle racked her throat. She imagined they looked novel to most; Faust spreading his feet and crouching to use his entire body, clam-shelling her in leather-bound arms and ripped black jeans, and Faith in a school kilt and his largest and softest hoodie. 

Faust kissed her once softly, then again slowly. She savoured his breath and sent her tongue after his. They parted, joined once more and parted again for their first attempt at goodbye.

Faith shivered from the effort of holding back her tears. She knew crying would only make it harder to part ways. If she could hold on, then she could cry in her plain, two-sided cubicle in a building of people that weren't Faust. She already felt sorry for her roommate who would suffer her grovelling.

To her surprise, she reared in the heat behind her eyes, remembering the times in the Summer when Faust would talk about touring. The glint in his eye and the smile he let slip only in her presence was Faust at his purest. How could she let her emotions taint his goals? Faith smiled, driven by her unexpected surge of self-control. 

It was Faust who bit his lip and blinked rapidly, trying to smother a tear before it oozed out. Faith gasped at the glimmer he smeared with the leather cuff of his jacket. Then, she broke.

Faust wrapped her up in his arms again and squeezed her tight, Faith jostling with sobs.

"I love you. I love you so much," she cried into his chest.

"Yeah, babe. I love you too. I fucking wish you could just come with me. I don't trust this town either. You better not ever walk alone at night anywhere. Even if it's from your dorm to the parking lot. You always walk with someone."

"I will."

"I'm serious, Faith. And don't fucking hang out with Anika and that crowd."

"Why not? I mean, I won't, but... Why?"

Faust pressed his lips together, squeezing his fist. She cocked her head, and he released his frustration in one deep breath. "All those guys will rip you apart. Because of your... Upbringing. Christians just... Fuck. I can't put this nicely."

"Do you really think I still care about my religion? It was something I just did as a kid. I don't really... I don't know. I know what you guys sing about and I don't care."

"It doesn't matter. To some of them, Christians are the enemy and they'll do terrible shit you'd never think of. Please, just fucking promise me you'll make some other friends. Some smart girls. Have like a girl's club thing in your dorm."

"Girl's club?" Faith taunted.

"You know what I mean."

"No smart boy friends?"

Faust went deadpan, then stooped to grab her ass and pull her closer. "Don't make a murderer out of me. If I hear of any guy—"

"Or girl!"

"Or girl... If anyone tries anything with you..."

"You'll go to prison for me. I know. I'll do everything to make sure you don't end up in prison."

"And you better not worry about me and what I'm up to. My life will be nothing but sleeping on the way to shows, sound check, pre-set, set, post-set shower, then beer in the bus."

"I trust you. But will you say goodnight, every night?"

"I'll try."

She hopped up to kiss him again. "Thanks, beetle."

"One more thing before I go," Faust said, stepping toward the car. He circled to the driver's side and ducked in to grab something he'd tucked under the seat while Faith wasn't around. She already had her mouth covered by the time he returned to the sidewalk. "That collar you supposedly had lying around... You gotta get rid of it."

Faith touched her throat as though the leather strap was still there. "How come?"

"Because I got you a better one," he said, handing her the parcel. The box had a weight Faith didn't expect.

She unravelled the black plastic, a lacquered wooden box beneath the makeshift wrapping paper. The collar inside was thin, with a metal buckle and a thick D-ring hosting a thicker chrome loop.

"Faust!"

"My friend made it. It's not some Hot Topic shit. This collar means you belong with me."

"Is this like your version of a promise ring?"

Faust scoffed. "It's not a ring. It's a collar. Hand-forged metal. Leather cut with skill. Not some tiny, overpriced rock. But if you want me to make you a promise, I will."

"Promise me what?"

"That I belong to you, too."

Faith melted, rolling her eyes and leaning into him. "Ugh, oh my gosh, if you keep being so cute I'm not gonna let you leave! First you cried and now you're giving me something you asked your friend to make for me? That's sooo cute!"

"Shut up. Come on, this is serious."

"I know! Which is why it's so cute, because you're a big, tough, serious man, aren't you?"

Faust's indifference broke, and he chuckled with her as she poked him and hung off his arm. He helped her put on the collar, then slipped the box into her backpack.

They settled back into a melancholic silence, neither one of them wanting to start the next round of goodbyes. Faust eventually stepped into the tight hug, proceeded more kissing and a few deep breaths to wane the sorrow.

"I hope you have fun, Faust. You don't have to worry about me. I promise I'll be safe."

"Say goodnight, every night."

"I will."

"All right... Well, I should go."

"Please do, so I can go to my room and cry some more."

Faust pressed his thumb into the corner of his eye. "Fuck, I know."

"I love you, beetle."

"Love you too, babe. I'll talk to you soon as I'm on the road."

Faust let her go and drove away. An immovable lump formed in his throat as he drowned out his inner-mourning with a cacophony of feral guitars, erratic drumbeats and screeching.

#faust x faith #faust stuff #valter skarsgard fanfiction

[shedobewritingalittle]

Happy Birthday (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve finds himself at his teammate’s themed birthday party and he can’t help but notice how she is dressed for the event.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Unprotected sex. Steve isn’t super innocent. Oral sex, fingering. Penetration. Some choking

A/N: I literally wrote this as a birthday present to myself because I have 0 shame.

Steve didn't understated why he couldn't stop looking at Y/N. Well that was a lie. He knew why he was staring at her, but he didn't know why he liked what she was wearing. It was her birthday and Tony had decided to throw a costume party. Steve usually would have tried any excuse to get out of an event like this, but since it was Y/N's birthday, he knew he had to come. Natasha had told him what to wear-Hell she practically dressed him. Told him that she had dressed him like "a greaser", whatever the hell that means. Everyone around him was in various costumes, but his eyes were focused on the birthday girl.

He has seen Y/N in everything. Steve's seen her dressed up to nines for some gala they were forced to, covered head to toe in brands that were unreasonably expensive. He's seen her in her suit during missions, covered in blood, grime, and so much more. He has seen her in t-shirts that she stole from her teammates as she sat in the kitchen, yelling at Sam and Bucky for annoying her. No matter what she is wearing, Steve always thinks Y/N is the prettiest woman in the entire world.

His teammate was currently dancing with Natasha and Wanda. She was dressed in shortest plaid skirt (if you could even call it that) that was riding up more and more with every move she made, showing off a hint of red that was hiding underneath. The white button up shirt what she had on was completely unbutton and tied right under her chest, but it did nothing to cover the bright red lacy bra. Steve's eyes dropped down to the white thigh high socks and the black heels she was wearing. Her Y/H/C hair was pulled into two ponytails, each tied with a bright red ribbon. She always looks gorgeous, but right now? Y/N was going to be the death of him.

"You keep staring at her, she's going to notice." Sam speaks up beside him Steve turns his head to look at his friend and his ridiculous costume-if you'd even call it that. He was wearing a cowboy hat, a fake suede vest over his bare chest, and a pair of jeans. Steve shook his head, taking a sip of lukewarm beer that was never going to get him drunk. The blonde wished he had some of Thor's Asgardian mead so he wouldn't feel like the babysitter at this party.

"Howdy to you too." Steve retorts and Sam chuckles. They both watched as Y/N laughed with Wanda and Natasha, her head tossed back and a smile stretched across her face. Steve felt his heart skip a beat when she looked towards him and Sam. Wanda leaned forward, whispering something in Y/N's ear which made her laugh again. Steve's cheeks burn as he starts to worry that they're talking about him.

"Why don't you just talk to her, Steve? She obviously likes you." Sam tells him, like he does every time he catches Steve staring at Y/N. Steve sighs, wiping a hand over his face before looking back at Sam.

"I don't know, Sam. I just don't want screw up what we have right now." The super soldier tries to explain and Sam just shakes his head in response. He's about to open his mouth to speak when someone clears their throat. Someone is standing on the other side of Sam.

"Hey boys. Sammy, do you mind...?" Y/N asks, leaning forward slightly so she can look at both men. Her E/C eyes focus on Steve as she bites her red painted lips. Fuck.

"No I do not, pretty lady. Happy birthday by the way." Sam responds, smiling at the two of them. Y/N nods, smiling at him. He pats Steve on the back, winking at his friend before walking away. Y/N and Steve watch as he walks up to a group of women, calling out "Hey ladies! You wanna save a horse and ride a cowboy?"

"I bet you five dollars he's going to go back to his room alone tonight." Y/N murmurs to Steve, leaning in so he can hear her over the music. Steve chuckles and can't stop his eyes from glancing further south. Steve swallows hard, looking back at her face.

"You think so? Is he trying too hard?" Steve questions, easily starting a conversation with his teammate even though his heart is pounding his chest. Y/N laughs, taking the beer from his hands. It's something she always does, taking his food or drink rather than to get his own. The man usually thinks it's cute and doesn't mind, but this time it's a little different. Steve's mouth goes dry as he watches her red lips wrap around the amber colored bottle. He focuses on how she tilts the bottle upwards, her chin lifting slightly. It's like Steve's looking at her neck for the first time in his whole life. A dozen different thoughts appear in his mind and each one was surely going to send him to hell.

"Way too hard." She answers, licking her lips. Steve watches her movements, thinking that she has to know what she's doing to him. Y/N looks up at him and adds, "Stevie, do you realize that this beer is warm? Like gross warm?"

"No one told you to drink it, doll." Steve retorts as he takes back the beer, momentarily snapping out of his impurethoughts. God, he loved how she said that little nickname she had for him, loved how it rolls off her tongue. Y/N rolls her eyes, leaning against the bar he was also leaning on. Steve was looking at her out of the corner of his eye, watching as she looks out to the rest of the party. Her party.

"Did I catch your attention tonight, Captain Rogers?" She all but purred, keeping her attention forward. Steve blushes, suddenly unable to speak. Captain Rogers. Jesus fucking Christ. He was fucked.

"I-I-am so sorry. I shouldn't have. That's incredibly ina-" Steve rambles but Y/N quickly cuts him off. She's smirking at him.

"It was a gamble, this costume. I didn't know what would catch your eye more. I decided that a schoolgirl outfit never seems to fail. So many men want to fuck something so innocent and pure." Y/N explains, moving to stand in front of him, forcing Steve to look at her. Y/N is far from innocent, they both know that. She's looking up at him through her lashes, "And I think I did a good job. What do you stay, Cap? You like it?"

"I-I like it. You look....pretty." Steve carefully chooses his words, trying to keep his eyes on her face. However, he's human and his eyes keep slipping. Steve wonders if today is actually his birthday and Christmas rolled into one. Y/N smiles at him and his mouth turns into Death Valley. Steve gulps down his beer, almost forgetting that her mouth had been wrapped around the glass last. He looks down at her and feels brave as he asks, "You wore this for me, doll?"

"Just for you, Steve." She replies, her eyes not leaving his. With this sudden, new-found courage, Steve reaches up to wipe a droplet of beer Y/N missed with his thumb. Instead of pulling his thumb away, Steve instead swipes it across her cherry red lips. He doesn't breath as Y/N wraps her lips around his thumb, her eyes on Steve's. Blood rushes to a different part of his body as her tongue swirls around his thumb before she realizes it with a soft 'pop'.

Steve was going to hell.

He presses his lips against hers, pulling her against his body. His large hands rest on her practically bare hip and on the small of her back. One of Y/N's hands immediately flies to his face as she kisses him back, the other resting on his white t-shirt covered chest, taking a fistful of the fabric. It's something they have both been waiting for, mostly likely since they've met each other. Y/N pulls away from his lips, looking up at him. His heart is racing, seemingly pounding against his rib cage. Steve's glad that they're slightly hidden from the party because it seems like it's him and her.

"Steve, why don't we go to your room? Don't think you want to be doing all of this in front of our coworkers." She murmurs to him, smirking up at him.

"Can you leave? I mean it's your party." Steve questions as he looks to the comically large cake in the corner of the room that's situated next to a table overfilling with presents.

"Exactly. It's my party, so I can leave whenever I want." She replies as he looks back at her, "So are we going to go to your room or are you going to make stay here?"

Steve couldn't trust what would coming out of his mouth, so he just nodded. Y/N took his hand and led them both towards the elevator. He watched her swaying hips, the little skirt seemingly riding up with every step. A million thoughts raced through Steve's head as they stepped into the elevator. He felt like he was dreaming. Never in a billion years did Steve ever think that this would happen.

"You know that I just don't want you for..." Steve starts, not being able to fully finish his sentence. He was scared, worried that she wouldn't return his feelings. He didn't want to ruin their friendship, make things awkward and between them, but he needed to make his intentions clear. The doors slid shut in front of them and they were greeted by their distorted reflections. Y/N leaned forward, hitting the button for his floor. She looks up at him, leaning against the cool metal wall of the elevator.

"I know, Steve. Then I should let you know that I'm also not here to simply have an one night stand." Y/N replies as she walks over to him. He can feel his cheeks getting hot and his heart starts to race again. Steve wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his side. The two of them smiled as they look at each other.

They were smart enough to know not to continue while inside the elevator, because they both knew that little camera in the corner was always rolling. Y/N worked on the pulling the rubber bands and ribbons out of her hair, letting it down as Steve kept his eyes forward. The elevator came to a stop, the soft dinging sounding as the doors slide open. He was the one who took the lead, guiding them out of the elevator and down the hallway. When they came to his dark brown door, Y/N opened it and walked inside in front of Steve.

Steve kept his eyes on her as he walked into the move. He switched on the lights as she turned on her heels, the skirt flaring upwards, showing now what he realized was just her panties. Y/N grinned, knowing exactly what he was looking at. She took it a step further, undoing another button on her barely buttoned shirt, exposing more of the red lace bra. Steve swallows hard, taking off of the leather jacket and tossing it onto a nearby chair.

"Are you going to keep me waiting like this, Captain Rogers?" She purrs to him. It's the combination of everything that makes something inside of Steve snap. He walks forward, yanking her against him. One of his hands move to rest of on the small of her back while the other moves to cup her cheek. His thumb resting on her lips and she opens her mouth for him. A million more dirty thoughts come to mind.

"Are you going to tell me what you want, birthday girl? Or am I going to have to guess?" Steve was using his Captain voice and all of his words were going straight to her core. He lets go of her face and her hand immediately shoots up, wrapping itself around his wrist. Steve feels like his heart is going to burst through his chest when she moves his hand to her throat.

"I want you to fuck me hard, Captain. Can you do that for me?" Y/N says sweetly, looking at him. Steve swallowed hard, his jeans tightening a little more. He really didn't know how to respond so she just continued talking, "I know you want to, Stevie."

"Y-You sure?" Steve was all talk and he knew that. Suddenly, he was that little guy from Brooklyn, too nervous to even look at a girl.

"Rogers, I put your hand around my throat. I am pretty sure that I'm sure. If you aren't, that's okay." There was humor in Y/N's voice as her face softened for a moment, her hand resting on his. Steve was feeling a thousand different feelings all at once. He studied her face, wanting to really make sure that this is what she wanted. Steve Rogers did what he usually did and threw all caution to the wind. It's her birthday and who was he to deny her request?

Steve slams his lips against hers, kissing her roughly. His hand slips away from her throat as he walks her towards the bed. Y/N's legs meet the bed and he pushes so she falls backwards. She bounces slight on the bed, quickly sitting back on her hands. The birthday girl watches as Steve kicks off his shoes and socks, his T-shirt soon joining them on the floor. Y/N licked her lips as her eyes trailed down his body and towards where his hands were working on unbuttoning his jeans. Steve was straining in his pants and they way she was looking at him wasn't helping in the slightest.

"Can I? Please?" She speaks up, her eyes looking up at him. Steve's ready to fall apart right then and there while she looked up at him through her lashes. He just nods in response and she quickly sits up, her hands flying to his thighs. She slowly pulls Steve's pants down his body, being greeting with by his boxers barely restraining his cock. The look she gives him is far from innocent as tugs the fabric down in one single motion. He springs out and her hand immediately wraps around him.

"Fuck, Stevie. You've been holding out on me." She breathes out, looking up at him. Steve doesn't get a chance to respond before her tongue swipes at the precum leaking from his tip. His breath catches in his throat as he looks down to watch her. Y/N looks back at him as she swirls her tongue around his head before taking more of him into her mouth. His hand moves without his brain telling it to and it buries itself in her hair. Somehow, she smirks around him continuing to relax her throat more.

Y/N fucking amazed him.

"Jesus Christ." Steve groans, eyes fluttering shut as she bobbed her head on him. The movement caused him to tug on her hair hard and thrusted into her mouth. Steve's eyes shot open and he was about to apologize, but she simply moaned around him, eyes watering slightly. Jesus fucking Christ. The movement had only spurred her on more and her movements quickened. Steve couldn't see it, but her hand had slipped under the band of her red panties. She was soaking wet and her clit was all but throbbing in need for any sort of attention. Y/N moaned around him again as her finger circled her bundle of nerves.

Steve wasn't a virgin. He hadn't been one since before the war, but with the way she was working him he might as well been. He held her hair in a makeshift ponytail as tried not to thrust into her mouth again. Y/N could tell that he was restraining himself, so she took as much as she could take of him, her free hand moving to cup his balls. The new action made him thrust again into her mouth and she looked up at him, nodding. God, Steve was ready to pull out a ring and propose to her in that moment. Instead, he thrusted into her mouth as carefully as he could, gripping her hair. He only did this a few times before he pulled her off of his cock.

"It's not my birthday, doll." Steve tells her just as she opens her mouth to complain. Her lipstick was smeared all over her face and her mascara was messed up because of how watery her eyes were. He looked down a little further and saw where Y/N's hand currently was. Steve's hand wraps around her wrist, yanking her hand out of her panties. He lifts her hand up to his mouth, licking them clean. She tasted just like candy.

"Steve, I need you so bad." Y/N whined as he pulled her fingers from his mouth. He dropped her hand, pushing her back onto the bed.

"What do you need doll? Use your big girl words." Steve responds as his hands move to rip her shirt apart, the remaining buttons going flying around the room. Y/N's breathing hard as she tries to speak.

"I-I need your cock. I need your cock in me." She manages to get out as he rips her skirt as well, tossing it over his shoulder. Steve never thought he would ever see her like this, which such dirty words falling from those pretty lips. His teammate is laying there, dressed in only a matching red lace bra and panties. Somehow, she still looks like a fucking angel. Y/N knows he is watching her intently as her hand slides behind her, unclasping her bra. She tosses it aside, her nipples hardening almost immediately once it's off.

"Fuck." Steve mutters and Y/N really wants to chide him over his use of the word, but then his mouth is on her skin. Steve's training kisses down her neck, occasionally sucking and biting at her skin. Y/N's hand flies to his hair, tangling her fingers in the dark blonde strands as the kisses go lower. Her hold tightens as he wraps those pretty pink lips of his around her nipple. She arches into his mouth. If that wasn't enough, his hand moves down her abdomen and he pulls her panties to the side. Y/N inhales sharply as his finger seeks out her clit.

"Steve-Fuck." Her moans are like music to his ears. Steve looks up at her as his finger repeats her motions from earlier. He watches as her eyes close, her mouth dropping open as he bites her sensitive skin lightly. Steve suddenly wants to hear her moan his name for rest of his life. Y/N thought he'd be more awkward since he's almost as innocent as Peter, but Jesus Christ, she was fucking wrong. Steve shifts his assault to her other breast as his finger slides a little bit lower, slipping inside of her. He slowly pumps his finger in and out of her, easily adding another.

"You're so wet, doll. Is that all for me?" Steve questions, pulling away from her breast. Y/N moans out, nodding. Her other hand moves to hold onto his shoulder, needing him as close as possible.

"Y-Yes. All for you, Steve-Fuck!" She responds as he quicks the pace of his fingers slightly, his thumb giving attention to her clit. The noises coming from her mouth only get louder, nails digging into skin. Steve keeps his eyes on her as his fingers move a little faster, needing to hear more and more of her little noises. He could watch her fall apart like this for the rest of his life. Steve kisses her breast sweetly, a sharp contrast to what his hand is currently doing.

"You're so soaked for me. I hope you weren't dancing like this in that little skirt. Anyone could've seen." He spurs her on, his fingers curling slightly. Y/N cries out, quickly building towards her orgasm. She knew she want going to last very long with how much she was worked up and how Steve was working her. She couldn't get anything coherent out as her toes curled. Her nails dragged down his back as she arched her back off of his bed, trying to hold onto him. Steve was pressing himself against her leg as he pumping his fingers in and out of her as quickly as he could. He kept his eyes on Y/N as she came, crying out his name as she tugged sharply on his hair.

Steve couldn't help but kiss Y/N as his fingers worked him through her orgasm, her body shaking slightly. Her hand moves to cup his cheek, kissing him back passionately. He pulled his hand away and before she could complain, Steve slipped inside of her. They moaned into each other's mouths. Y/N held onto him as he filled her up completely.

"You're so tight, doll." Steve groans against her mouth, giving her a moment to get used to him before he pulled out and pushed back in. It was almost overwhelming. Y/N was already extremely sensitive and his movements weren’t helping at all. She held onto him as he started to pick up his pace, grunting out, “You feel so good, Y/N.”

“God, Steve.” Y/N cries out, tossing her head back. His hand moves to rest back on her neck, resting his hand lightly on her throat as he picked up his pace. She grinned at him, looking up at Steve. Y/N wrapped her legs around Steve’s hips, more than enjoying the hand around her neck. He knew neither of them were going to last long. Y/N had already worked him up and with how she sounded, he knew she wasn’t too far behind. Steve reaches down his free hand and starts rubbing her clit again.

“You going to come for me again, Y/N? Gonna come all over my cock?” Steve questions, snapping his hips into her. She digs her nails into his skin, gasping as he presses his thumb into the side of her neck. Her walls fluttered around him as she moaned. Y/N was almost there. Steve quickens his movements on her bud as fucks her hard and fast.

“Steve!” Y/N shouts, arching her back off the bed as she comes hard around his cock. Steve holds onto her tightly, lasting only a few more thrusts before he buries himself inside of her, painting her walls as calls out her name. Steve loosens his grip on her neck as he slows his thrusts, trying to ride out their orgasms. Both of them were panting as Steve moves to bury his head in the crook of her neck, his hand pulling away from her throat. Their hearts were beating a thousand miles a minute as Steve moves so he is laying down on the bed and Y/N is laying in his chest.

“Don’t tell Nat, but this is best present I’ve gotten thus far.” She manages to get out, a playful smile on her face. Steve laughs, holding her close. He kisses her slightly sweaty forehead.

“Thanks, doll. Happy birthday, Y/N.” Steve responds, his hand moving up and down her back. She looks up at him, grinning. Even though they just had sex and he was still buried inside of her, Steve blushed. God, he had it bad for her.

“Thank you, Steve. How long do you need before round two?” Y/N questions, her smile turning into a smirk.

God, she was going to kill him.

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Traditional costumes part 2

Remmember, GN!MC. And stay for a big hollyday surprise!!!

Beel (Chiapas La chiapaneca)

·         Wearing the typical costume of your state, always made your heart expand in your chest, that night wasn´t the exception, using all the elements of nature made you really happy. That night Lord Diavolo prepare a big dinner to celebrate the exchange students, most likely he just wanted to take a break from the exams that you took a week ago. So you prepare yourself with the very best clothes you had.

·         Beel knocked in your door, saying that it was about time to go out, and he only heard one single scream from you that he panicked and with frenetically movements he opened your door. You were almost done, but usually your grandma would do the last touches for you to be ready, that made you sad. And Beel noticed it.

·         With a silent movement and a soft whisper in your ear he asked what was wrong, and how he might help you.

·         “You know Beel, this is my evening dress, not only because it´s beautiful but… It´s all about the story behind it: This costume was created towards the end of the 1920s, (1926-1927), when a highly successful theatrical company from Central America arrived in Chiapas de Corzo. In her first performance within the state, the lead singer performed a song that was called "Las Chiapanecas", in honor of her audience. The most popular story in terms of the traditional clothing of this state is carried by the Chiapas, who year after year parade showing their wonderful dresses. Characterized by its multiple colors and flowers; generally, on a black background, the traditional dress of Chiapas women represents the different ethnic groups that coexist in their region, such as the Tzeltales, the Lacandones, the Jacaltecos, the Choles and the Tojolobales, among others. Likewise, reference is made to the immense variety of botanical species that exist in Chiapas, since it is a state in which all kinds of ecosystems converge, from the mountainous places of the sierra to the coastal towns. In the case of men, allusion is made to elements such as the sun and rain, so necessary for the fertility of the Earth, and protection against the forces of darkness. The men also remember the Spanish conquerors, imitating certain characteristics of Europeans such as their blond hair; through the headdress that they put on their heads.”

·         Beelzebu wasn´t a man of tons of words like his older brothers, he was a man of actions. He hugged you as tight as he could (without harming you of course) after the hug he just smiled at you. “You are the connection in the three realms, but those are some complicated words that Lord Diavolo usually use, you are all of them for me, the flowers and plants, the mountains, the sierras and the ocean, for me. You are all of them and more.”

·         That made your heart “Doki, doki” yes, maybe that was the last thing you needed, like a magical spell just for you.

Belphie ( Traje Mestizo Quintana Roo) 

He was sleeping in your room, nothing out the ordinary, most of his weekly routine was staying in your room sleeping, until he sniffed something different. He might be sleeping under your bed when he found out the costume inside the box under your bed. Was it like a good luck item? Or did you just didn´t wanted to see it again? He approached his left hand until he touched the box, he took it out and opened it.

In that moment he understood why you were hiding it, the costume was so beautiful. If someone else saw it, they would sell it, eat it, or use it, even asked you to use it. When you opened the door, and found him with the costume you screamed with full joy. “OH BELPHIE DARLING, YOU FOUND IT! I thought I lost it!” So you weren´t trying to hide it? You lost it? In your own room? Heh what a weird human.

“You know, my great grand mother made this for the generations after her. She would always be telling us Mestizo clothing is particularly representative clothing of Yucatan, and has been associated with Quintana Roo clothing. This is due to the proximity that exists between both states and of course, because both complement each other as tourist poles in Mexico. Particularly, the mestizo woman's costume is made up of a huipil embroidered in cross stitch, whose motifs go on the collar of the garment, the hem and the skirt. While the man's is much simpler and he only wears a shirt and pants made of a raw blanket, matching with a plaid apron, leather espadrilles and a palm hat.” You said with a big smile in your face. “Maybe we could ask her to make you one of it What do you think?”

He nodded, you looked so excited about it, that he almost forgot one little thing, How old was your great grandmother? He panicked just a little, but he recover the posture and with the nicest smile he could use, he said. “Well… But first how about you showing me the costume and then we could ask your great grandmother about it”

You smiled once again and ran into your bathroom, it was going to be an amazing evening.

Diavolo (Sn. Luis Potosí, “Las huastecas.”)

It was a nice party for you, some of the greatest demons were at the castle, the brothers tried to protect you as much as they could, but they did had their own responsibility’s, being the seven rulers of the Devildom wasn´t a simple task, and you knew it.

Diavolo tried to approach you on multiple times, failing everyone of them. Until a duke actually came and talked to you. It was notorious you were uncomfortable, he was touching your most precious clothing, and making some rude comments about it.

When Diavolo was about to make his intervention, you took the demons hand and with a scary smile, you started. “It might not be as beautiful as you may think, but at least my dressing has a bigger meaning that that tuxedo of yours, my culture is not for you to make fun of, it deserves to have respect.” After that the prince of the Devildom approach to the both of you, as an excuse for you to join him for some drinks.

Both of you went out of the party, the garden was nice and the moon in the Devildom was brighter that night, Diavolo took your hands with his. “You are a brave human.” He started. “And you look delightful tonight, like someone full of dignity that can rule along with me.” He kissed your hands with the respect that he might show to his fiancé.

“You know Diavolo, my culture is a descendant from the Mayas, we use a tangle that reaches a few inches below the knee. It is made of a white blanket or a plain black cloth on the back; the front has four planks. Is held up by a factory-made sash with red and blue speckled stripes and has a braided fringe at both ends. The blouse or loose jacket is made of flowered calico or pink or blue artisela; It has puffed sleeves, high neck and pleated bib, ending at the waist with an olán or loose skirt that covers the girdle. On top of the blouse, we wear a white cotton quechquémel entirely covered with worsted embroidery with cross stitch. I am proud of my culture.”

As soon as you conclude he smiled, and asked you nicely to go for a dance. After that night he will make that duke pay for what he has done.

Barbatos (Oaxaca, Traje de las tehuanas)

After visiting the human realm your grandfather gave him a nice CD full of music, Barbatos wasn´t the musical type of demon, but he accepted it anyways. After a few months the whole devil castle would have music that was just nostalgic for you.

One day you decided to go on your Huasteca outfit, not the casual one, but the gala. If Barbatos wanted to you could dance for him. When you arrived to the castle there he was, his usually stoic face turned into a surprise one when he saw you enter. His eyes started to shine like a small child when they saw a candy store.

He walked as fast as he could to see you, that was the first time he was close enough to listen to his breathing. He even started to say: “This typical costume was born in the Isthmus of Tehuantepec, Oaxaca, using it both the Tehuanas and the Juchitecas, it is said that it is a living costume, since they use it in any type of celebration, making it current over the years, even with the countless modifications it has undergone. t was in 1853, when the composer Máximo Ramón Ortiz composed the musical theme known as the Sandunga, that is when the Tehuana costume managed to cement its fame and prestige as a characteristic of the Oaxacan culture.”

You looked at him astonished, he even knew the history behind your costume, with a laugh caught in your throat you smiled at him. “It was a present from my family, sometimes I miss going to the river in Oaxaca, or even talking with my family in Zapotec.”

He was clearly impressed about the details in the costume, he even took your hand and ask you if you could dance with him. With a big smile you nodded and enter the castle.

It was a nice dance between the two of you, he even made your favorite  tea.  

Simeon (Yucatán Terno) 

He was researching old cultures for his new book, until he found out something he missed while thinking, you were like an expert of the topic, right? Maybe you could tell him more about it, so he ran into the house of lamentation, hoping you could help him.

And there you were, using a beautiful costume, while talking with Satan, his heart started to beat faster, as he heard your story.

“Its origin dates from the time of colonization; When the Spaniards arrived in Mexican territory, they were surprised by the beauty and high quality of the blankets woven by the indigenous people, so they began to create adaptations taking various elements from both cultures to create what we know today as the suit or gala dress. for women and the mestizo costume for men.”

That would help him develop one of his new characters, but when you saw him in the door threshold, immediately your face became red. He notice it and laugh. He actually took your hand, and asked Satan nicely that he needed a piece of advice from you.

“You look stunning Mc.” He said to you while looking right into your clothes. “I must say, this is the nicest surprise of them all. Is it an important day for you to wear it?”

“Not at all, sometimes I only use it so I feel more at home.” With that say the both of you stayed talkig for a while.

Luke (Baja California Sur. Flor de pitahaya) 

He was with you, watching the nicest video of the whole realms, something about the dance in front him made his heart a happy heart.

“Mc! This is beautiful!!” You looked at him with a warm smile, and told him, it was your mother dancing for a festival.

“You see Luke, my mother is a folkloric dancer, this dance in specific is from our state, and the full outfit has a big meaning and even a history behind it.” When you concluded, he looked at you with those big blue puppy eye of his, you pat his head and started.  “Some people say that this suit was created in 1951 as a result of a summons issued by the government of General Agustín Olachea Avilés, others, that it was in 1955, since there was no suit that represented our state. At that time, "period costumes" were used, since other states had a representative costume since ancient times, that is why this call came out in order to have a "symbol" that represented the roots of the inhabitants of Baja California Sur, being the winner "La Flor de Pitahaya” The Pitahayo is a cactus that grows in Baja California Sur, both on the coast and in the mountains, and when it blooms, it shows an abundance of nutritional wealth with its fruit the Pitahaya that peninsular indigenous people and now inhabitants have enjoyed for years.”

He was amazed, “You know Mc! I´m just a young angel, but listening to the story makes my heart melt, Is it normal?” with a warm smile, you told him: “Well, of course it´s normal, my stories have that magical power!”

After that day Luke would practice his dancing for you to be proud of him, sometimes he even saw you using the dressing for important parties in the castle of Diavolo. It was so nice!

He even saw your performance once, when he went to visit you at the house of lamentation, and he knew, he needed to work harder if he wanted to have an opportunity to dance with you.

Solomon (Nayarit  traje de los wixárikas)

The both of you went to the Human realm, he needed to know more of you if he wanted to teach you even better, your family actually welcome him with a big surprise and a big meal, your family was known for using the traditional costume almost the whole year, so everybody knew how proud you were with it.

Solomon received  one of the largest lectures you had heard from your father. “The typical costume of Nayarit corresponds to the clothing of the Huichol culture, or as they prefer to be called: wixárikas. Most of these descendants of the Aztecs live in the Sierra Madre Oriental. The female version of the typical Nayarit costume is quite simple, compared to its male counterpart. This includes an embroidered blouse and a skirt, it also includes a cloak embroidered with flowers that serves to cover their heads and a quechquemitl as a complement. The quechquemitl is a triangular garment with a central opening that in pre-Hispanic times was reserved for the goddesses of fertility, or for certain women of the nobility who identified with these deities. Men wear more elaborate garb. All his garments are decorated with beaded embroidery and brightly colored threads: the shirt open on the inside of the sleeves (cuarri), the pants (breeches), the cape (turra), the sashes that hold the cape and the backpack that crosses his chest. They use symmetrical designs loaded with symbolic, mythological and magical elements. For example, a zigzag can represent lightning (associated with rain). These embroideries are, at times, so profuse that they do not reveal the white fabric in the background.” Solomon just stayed astonished when your father finished the lecture, he made it in one breath, that was amazing, and yet he wanted to use the clothing.

After a few days his dream became true, when your grandfather gave him his very own clothing, the old man said that if he was going to teach you, he must use it for now on.

Solomon was a happy little baby, and he would brag about it in front of the demon brothers, and even in front of Diavolo. Maybe the two of you could go into a party with matching clothes, just like your grandma and grandpa do.

After a while he got used to wear the costume your family gave him, and he even have a time record, and if you want to help him, that would make him as happier as a human could be.

He was grateful for the gift and having you in his life.

It is I, the writer behind the headcanons, So! For the hollydays I´m planing to make place for 9 comissions! (Originaly they were 10 but someone won one of the space) So you can ask about culture, romance, comedy etc. Remmember, I usually write for Latin American Mc, but if you have another idea for another MC, we can make that happen! Anyways, thanks for the support! And I will be reading you!!! Happy Hollydays. 

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